Raul was married so was I, we both knew it, he clearly knew my original job of course, I was hoping these informations would make him use brakes not t... let things go out of control, especially when a very close friend of mines reminded me once, that some men would take love as granted between a man and a woman, especially when intimate and sexual relations are an ongoing process with much more pleasure than he would normally get at home.Lately Raul had dedicated a nice apartment at a very nice. Me My shoes too? Mike Yes I sat on the couch and took off my shoes then carefully took off my jeans and went back in front of the camera. He took some more pictures. Mike – Ok now take off your bra. Me Do I really need to do that? Mike Yes if you want to make money. You do want to make money right? I took off my bra threw it on the sofa and instinctively covered up. Mike Well I do need you to put your hands down&hellip,.thats better. Very nice, you should be proud to show those off. He made me. A few days later, as she had instructed me, I packed my bags, hailed a cab and set off towards her apartment. I was worried her family might be at home. I reached the place and waited downstairs.She came down in a pink nightie and bathroom slippers. We hugged and walked up to her apartment. Climbing up a few stairs, I was fine but she seemed out of breath, her chest heaving up and down with beads of sweat running down her neck and deep into her cleavage which I could clearly see through her. Once the waiter took our orders, we began talking about my day. It wasn’t special, just the everyday talk we used to have. But that day it seemed much different. It might have been the dim lights, or the posh restaurant ambiance, or mom’s new look. It made me go crazy for her, especially as I saw her pallu slipping slowly, her cleavage increasing in size with each passing minute, and my dick mimicked the same.I don’t remember much of our conversation, I was transfixed on mom’s sexy cleavage..