Mein Magen dreht sich fast um, wie gestern in der Tankstelle, nur hier könnte ich wirklich auf einem Samstag Abend irgendjemanden treffen, der mich e...kennt.Mein Herr führt mich in das eine Gebäude und begrüßt kurz einen Mann am Eingang zeigt auf mich und sie bereden etwas. Ich muss in einem Abstand im Eingang stehen bleiben und werden von einzelnen Gästen des Etablissements bereits gemustert und einer greift auch gleich ungeniert an meine Nylons und kommentiert, dass ich ja eine geile Nutte. I knew I won’t last as it was already paining and my balls just want to empty the pressure. I mounted her and avoided eye contact. She turned her face away and I rested my face on her neck. Knowing about her age I had already pumped enough saliva into her pussy to make my job easier later in night. I slowly rubbed by penis over her clit and kept it on her entrance. Slowly pushed it to make my dick head dis appear into my MILs pussy.I spread her legs and put both of my arms through her armpits. ‘Secret Suppers’ had been flourishing for many years now. Her client list was extensive, and impressive. Local civic leaders, company directors, the nouveau riche. The idea was simple, the glamorous hostess passed of Lydia’s delicious food as her own, leaving her guests wondering how she looked so amazingly coiffured, fragrant and stress free whilst bringing dish after dish of the most wonderful creations out of her own kitchen. Lydia prepared and brought the food, giving simple finishing. Soon, I was walking merrily along the street once more towards an overpass bridge I scouted out yesterday. Along the way, I passed by two cops. I waved merrily at them and laughed at them as I continued past them with my precious cargo. Soon, I was at the dark, uncomfortable but totally deserted area under the overpass. I opened the sack and pulled my unconscious companion out from it, laying her on the ground. I pulled off her shoes and admired her slim and sexy body. She started to stir and.