I could make her into my complete whore. I would have a chance to play with other MILFs. I had that study date over at Georgia’s house.Her mother wo...ld be there. Fucking the reverend’s wife beneath his own roof made my cock throb.“Sure, Mom, let me get dressed.”I sauntered back to the bathroom, my mind boiling with such wicked thoughts.Madeline MarlowLord, why did you send me this sinful temptation? I prayed furiously as I hustled my daughter out of the church’s bathroom.My pussy could still. I tried to hide it with the box of chocolates but when she saw the box she thanked me and kissed me on my cheek while snatching the box from me. Due to her kiss my cock had become even more harder than before . I then quickly tried to hide it with my hand and to my good luck she had not seen it as she went to the kitchen to keep the chocolates in the freezer. I then asked where her birthday cake was. she then told me that she had kept it in the bedroom. She then asked me whether I wanted to see. I just want him to be impressed enough with my work to keep me around. Anything else, I would consider a fringe benefit.”I was stunned by her honesty.“Please don’t say anything,” she requested.She tuned off her computer and grabbed her purse. As we walked to the front door, I could smell the sweet aroma of her perfume. She stepped out of the darkened office and I walked her to her car, where I wished her a good night.I couldn’t get he off my mind, all weekend. * * * * On Monday morning, I. For most of the guys, all I did was remind them ofthe scary side of the old Tony, and let them make the assumption that shewould be just as dangerous if cornered. It was enough.The next while became a blur. Every day I would spend as much time withToni as I could. It seemed like a feedback loop. The more I was aroundher, the more she wanted me there. In essence she became addicted to me.I could have abused this, Father. By the third day, she made it clear shewould sleep with me if I wanted her..