‘Why should we,’ I reply — I’m arrogant, I know, but I can’t help it. ‘Why do you have to leave without a trick?’ he shoots back. He’s...black, slender, wears a polo shirt and unassuming beige slacks. My gaze descends to his package. He follows my eyes. He knows there’s no need for concern, his physique will speak for itself. He’s winning. He hails a cab. ‘Where’s going,’ the cab driver asks. ‘Home,’ he answers, gives an address somewhere uptown. His right hand is now in my lap, my left hand. "Oh shit, YES!" my mother cried as our groins ground together.That one cry of ecstasy drove out any last hesitation I may have had lurking in the recesses of my mind, with a groan I started to fuck my own mother and not gently. With hard, pounding thrusts I fucked her remorselessly and she revelled in it, her body thrusting up to meet mine as I lunged down into her tight, wet, eager pussy. My mother cried out, her legs pulling me tighter as they locked around my back, her arms sliding under my. As she slid her finger across the smooth platinum pendant, she felt a shiver of she didn’t know what: energy? electricity? All she knew was that she needed to put it on. Brandt had been very specific when he had worked with the pendant. It transmitted only two thoughts to the wearer: want and obey, and both of those thoughts would be directed toward him. For Taylor, the experience was confusing, unsettling. Why was she thinking of that arrogant prick who had made her look bad in front of the. I could not see any panty lines so she was either wearing a G-string or no panties at all. Her top was tight too and low cut revealing her cleavage. I liked how she would wiggle her ass as she leaned over to take her shot. She wiggled her ass every time almost as if she was showing it off. She came over to the side of the table where I was standing to take her next shot. I stood there with her in front of me. When she started to wiggle her ass, I move forward and she rubbed her ass one me. She.