Early in the meal, I returned her favour and explored the very short way up her skirt. I was surprised to feel lace. She had panties on, something tha... she did as infrequently as possible. I put it down to the fact we were out to eat. Even so, I could feel the heat of her pussy. Karl pressed the button to alert the waiter to clear the main course away, then put a small pink, rounded, key fob-like thing on the table.“You won’t dare while the waiter’s here!” said Almira in a challenging tone.“I. The sound of your slaps echo in the restroom. I wince but make no moves and no sounds of my own. I can feel my skin rising and melting with each slap now.A tug from behind has my head pulled back by my aching roots, my back arching painfully. “What are you?” your voice is husky with primal lust.“A cumslut cock-addicted whore,” I choke out, my own voice scraping against my well-fucked throat.I’m relieved when you release my hair in favor of viciously spanking my ass several times over, lining. . I would do whatever it takes,” she softly spoke as she stared into the famed producer’s eyes.“I’m glad you said that,” as he reached down under his desk as he watched the sexy beauty contestant. “Sometimes younger women don’t quite understand what it takes to achieve something. I’ve got a good feeling about you and your experience.” He slid his right hand over the top of his slacks as he slowly messaged his growing cock. Very slowly he backed his chair away from his desk so Mrs. Jackson could. ‘I thought you two didn’t touch each other,’ I said to them. Oliver chuckled now. ‘Hey, I’ve lied before.’ Even though he stopped laughing, he continued smiling as his hand continued to roam his son’s chest. Leo stepped in front of me, watching Oliver with me as the man old enough to be all our fathers slid a hand down to Tom’s stomach and continued all the way inside his pants. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Incest. I couldn’t say right then I was surprised, a father and son hiring a.