Well, why not? Hell, this was 1973, wasn't it? Not Victorian England... As they ate, Kirk and Eric discussed the Rose Bowl game to be played that afte...noon, and Kirk accepted the renowned educator's invitation to stay and watch the battle on color television.Over more of the good coffee, Eric deftly turned to matters more in keeping with the previous night. "Did you and Kirk enjoy yourselves last night, Vicki?" Yes, we did," Vicki answered, able now to be equally as blase as he about the. Her apple shaped ass in my line of view as she sticks her tongue out and glides it across his balls right up to the head of his dick. He moans watching her as our eyes witness her take his length straight down her throat. “SHIT!” I say noticing her jingling her ass cheeks for me as she licks the side of his dick looking at me. I massage my breasts through the thin material as I watch her take him down her throat again. “AAAAAAaaaaahhh…..fuck!” he says and I sit up leaning my head to the left so. I saw her in one of 6 cages holding girls wearing only stockings, garter belt, a g-string and a bra. The man sitting by the cages told me she was for sale if I wanted her. I paid the man $25 and removed her from the cage. I knew that it was just for fun that I didn?t really buy a slave, but the illusion was intriguing to say the least. We talk most of the night. I made her crawl on her hands and knees whenever we moved around. Toward the end of the evening she decided to spill a glass of water. ” Her hands went into her lap. In a small little ball of apology. “You’re right of course. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you like other moms.”Oh, fuck me. Now I’m gonna trip on guilt and not just my cock?“Jesus, Mom.”“No I really am. I’m sorry.”I looked down at my dick and it somehow had not yet gone completely soft. And that did cause me some concern. Maybe there’s something wrong with me greater than any other average person in this hellish scenario.I sat back down. Fuck it, let it warble.