“Victor, you can carry on with your work. I will explain everything to our dearest Ramya”, Dominic said.Victor went downstairs.“I own a . And yo... know what it is all about? Drugs, sluts, money and sex”, Dominic said.“So what?”, I asked.“I think you should call me sir”, he saidI really didn’t want to call him sir but I was afraid at that time.“So what, sir”, I asked.“I want you to be one of the sluts at my club. I will pay you a lot of money as you are the most beautiful creature I have ever. I'm fine Christy." I fluttered my big brown eyes at him (I loved seducing him, I knew he wanted me). "Are you sure... you've been working all day... you must be really tired." I slowly walked over to him, biting my bottom lip and rolling my fingers along the wooden table. He said nervously, "Christy... what... what are you doing?" I walked quicker towards him and lent in for a kiss, but at the last minute I turned down and lightly bit his neck. I whispered, "What do you want?" He replied, "I. There was love with the passion. I felt it with each entry into my mother’s pussy, from both of us. She held me tight every chance she got. And each time she pushed me deeper into her center and said, “Matthew, I love you,” in a plaintive voice filled with her confusion over what she was doing.Besides her low moans and my soft long ‘Ohhh…’ each time I pushed into her, the most evident sounds came from the improbable wet connections of a sons cock moving in and out of his mother’s pussy. And. “Oh, not too far my dear” came the reply. There was something about this man that fascinated, intrigued her, his calm, strong personality indicated his total control and he was fully aware of what was happening around him. After a short drive they arrived at a huge house on the banks of a river. Irene was impressed as the security gate slided open and the scene unfolded to a well designed and maintained garden, mainly trees and other feature plants. The picture was completed with a collection.