Oh and if it's not too much for you to figure out on your own, would you please get me some coffee and actually make it taste somewhat good?" she aske... sarcastically. "Yes Rebecca." he replied trying to stifle his anger under his breath.He went down the hall and into the break room and prepared her coffee, he then produced a small vial with a clear liquid and mixed it into her coffee. A few minutes later he was back in her office. "Thank you now get the fuck out of here so i can get some work. .what?" Just...take it off." Why don't you come over here and make me."It was a challange, her arms falling to her sides and a smirk finding it's way to her mouth.I didn't speak, instead sliding off of the bed and unto my knees on the floor.I shuffled forward in that position, soon reaching her.I could smell her from where I was, and on an instinct,my hands reached for her firm ass and I pushed my nose against the damp fabric at her crotch.She jumped, clearly startled by this. But after a. " The guy that owns the bakery?" Yeah. One of those rare weekends that your father took you a few years ago," Mom confessed. "One glorious night. Drinking beers at the bowling alley bar and then getting taken out to the parking lot so he could push my face into his lap and shove his cock in my mouth. Thirty seconds. That's the extent of the affection I've gotten from men since 2004." And now this," Mom concluded. "Serves me right. No fool like an old fool." On the way up here," I said after. . It felt amazing to share all of it with someone else. And to my surprise he listened like he was really getting my point. But the good moment didn't last, cause he saw the bikes parked with a lot of other bikers and vans in some kind of abandoned parking lot and pulled in. He left, walked around the car and opened my door "Follow my lead, no matter what they say and don't struggle no matter what I do, ok?" He instructed while pulling me out of the car.I heard excited shouts and screams, and.