Behind me, my arms were released, and ordered to rest on the wall, the hand moving to my hips, stroking them. A hand slapped my ass when I did not mov... quick enough, drawing a squeal from me. Quickly, I placed them on the wall, and once in place, I could feel something against my ass. I was unable to help the whimper that escaped me once realizing I had been freed to his benefit to continue the humiliating torture.Cold tears of sadness dripped down my cheeks as I let the fingers fall from my. "Being a mother was supposed to be a rewarding experience, but that presupposed that you had the income to pay for what you needed. Margo knew that she had the capital stashed away, but she daren't let Lorenzo know that. He would have it spent in short order.She had taken a couple of years to come to the truth, that Lorenzo, her husband, was a self-centred slacker, a worthless lump, only good at fucking her two children into her.When they met, he had seemed a charming fellow, smiling and. I took it up to her bedroom and placed it on her bed side table she always just slept as I wondered in and out of the bedroom, she was a very deep sleeper. I could see that the duvet had come off of her and her ass was sticking out from her duvet, unfortunately she was wearing PJ so nothing was on view, well then it wasn’t, I couldn’t resist getting my cock out and wanking right up close to her. Then I quite fancied stripping naked.She’s quite tall 5 8 I guess brunette lovely tits slightly. "Greetings Chris Beaker, I did wonder how you would achieve this?" he said without a trace of accent, but then I was inside his library and would therefore understand him."May I introduce a person who will be a friend; his name to me is Aristotle, although you may call him something else." I turned to see that Aristotle had altered his appearance. He was now dressed in a long flowing robe that had large arms; on his head was a small hat with a button visible.Aristotle spoke a sentence in.