She was barefoot, wearing a simple outfit consisting of gray sweat pants and a white t-shirt."Not bad for any age. Seriously, I know I couldn't do it....She smiled, "That's because you never try." Good point," I replied. "But even if I did, there's no way I could finish as early as you did. That's one heck of an accomplishment. You always did have a lot of heart ya know." Thank you. Have a seat. I want to show you some pictures."I sat down on the couch and my mother turned around to rummage. But she was not going to allow me any pleasure so soon. Ordering me to stop, she once again led me to the bed. "Don't move," she told me as she left the room.I almost fainted when she returned, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. With her was a man who she introduced as Bob, a fellow employee of hers. I had seen him outside earlier working with the woman who had become my Mistress. (I still did not know her name!) He had obviously been working all day as he was dirty and sweaty and smelly. She finally untied me and took the blindfold off. I told her there was beer in the fridge if she was thirsty. She glided naked across the room and took out a long neck and took a long pull from it and handed it to me. She was still a little breathless and as I sat up to take a drink of the beer she began kissing where she scratched me.“sorry stud you got me over excites” she said licking my wounds.“hey it happens sometimes, I bet your husband never made you come like that”“no he never did,. It was fairly obvious from her mental turmoil that Róisín had ‘issues’ with the Maraú-Uxuí, yet every day when they did meet she was always polite and never avoided contact, unlike a good few others, who simply could not cope with what the Maraú-Uxuí were. On the other hand her partner, Mage John, was always pleased to see Maurice and could recognise the arachnid by sight from amongst the others. He would often discuss areas of common ground with the clutter and the host-seeker. Naturally there.