And we are going to have to pay Al to do it. That makes you a whore. What did you think you were doing here?"She was quiet for a moment and then she s...id, "I didn't know. My master brought me here. He didn't tell me why."The man looked at her in disbelief and said, "You mean you've never sold your pussy before?"She looked him right in the eye and said, "I certainly have not!"He laughed and said, "I don't guess that matters. You're a whore now."He took his hand off of her tit and his arm slid. There seemed to be a spot which was more sensitive than anywhere else on the top a couple inches inside. We adapted immediately so every couple strokes took a good hard rub at it. I could just get my fingers over it on the outside to the left of the pubic bone. With my fingers putting pressure from the outside, each stroke on the inside gave us a jolt of energy which shot all the way up to my nipples.He gasped, "Might take care with doing that, Hon. Mighty powerful -- it could knock us off the. I had to shift around a couple of times. I reached toward the dash. “Do you want to listen to the radio?” “Naw.” I detected an accent, but I didn’t know if it was regional or Italian. We were both tired, sort of burned out. I looked at Marcus and commented, “You’re in great shape. You must work out.” He said, “I’m into weight lifting, but just enough to keep in shape.” I placed my hand on his thigh and felt the strong muscles. He looked at my hand and I realized my goof. “Excuse me, I. ”As soon as my shorts hit the floor, my mother knelt in front of me and leaning forward wrapped her tits around my cock and slowly allowed it to slide in and out of those magnificent mounds of flesh. As my cock came up, she reached forward and ran her tongue over the end sending shivers of pleasure rippling through my body. Almost on the point of blowing my load, my mother suddenly backed off, and said. “Not yet young man, you have a duty to perform before I let you squirt come all over my.