“Good girl,” I replied.With that new knowledge, I had intended to have her kneel in front of me to suck my cock, but as I helped her sit up on the...edge of the massage table, I realized that her body was so spent that she was unable to stand. I chose to pamper my little girl instead.I helped transfer her to the bed, and positioned her on her back with her legs overhanging the edge. It was I who kneeled instead, between her legs to take her with my mouth and tongue.As my tongue probed she moaned.. She was a transplant from Chicago, recently divorced and took a new position with her company to get away from the cheating bastard. Her words, not mine.A beautiful forty-something cutie-pie with a full figure, but still shapely on a five-foot-four chassis. She probably has large C cup breasts that must still be firm and pert because she never seems to wear a bra and they are always where they ought to be. Her heart-shaped, thick ass is very taut as well. She likes her shorts very short, so did. He was in shock, he asked why. As she was holding her sons balls in one hand and inspecting the CB3000 with the other she said that he has two choices. First he leaves it on for the next month while she holds the key, and every time he asks to be released will be 10 kicks in the balls and an extra week of being locked up. The other choice was daily ballbusting, but he would be released from his CB3000 everyday to play with himself. He looked down at his mother still holding his. I find I love the feel of your mustache against my cheek and can’t wait to feel it elsewhere. Your kiss steals my breath with its passion. I am a lucky, lucky girl. You rock against me and I can feel you becoming even more excited by our closeness. Our conversations have only served to increase your desire to possess me. I rub your chest and lean back to give you access to my breasts. You quickly unbutton my shirt and reveal the black lace bra I bought just tonight in anticipation of our date..