. He stepped up. Do that for your mother, and you'll have something magical.”So that was why, an hour and a half later, I was in my mom's office dro...ping off some files. She sat at her desk, her tits looking so lush and lovely, cradled in that tight, low-cut blouse. “Here you are, Mom,” I said, a nervousness sweeping through me. “How's it going?”“Tedious,” she said, not looking up at me. “Thanks.”“Your shoulders look stiff. Care for a massage?” I held my hands out before me, flexing them. “I'm. "That I wasn't sure - that after all the things you'd forced me to do, that no decent man would want me. I had to talk her out of calling the police." Despite her anger, she was giggling.I gave her a jaundiced look. "Wonderful. So I'm cast as a sexist pig taking advantage of your poverty and innocence?"She tried to look demure. "She'd heard all about it on one of the talk shows - you know, the poor mail-order brides from third- world countries, willing to put up with anything for a chance to. "Comfortable, sweetie? We don't want you to be uncomfortable."He sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked the undersides of her thighs. His hand moved down to her ass and he tickled her cunt. His fingers probed between her cunt lips. He rubbed her cunt and grinned when she moaned and squirmed."How does it feel? What do you like, two fingers or three fingers? Hell, this is definitely a two-finger pussy, I couldn't possibly get three in there. Cal said you had a tight cunt, and he was. .." Peter saidquietly, hoping against hope that Tom hadn't noticed. "What's going on?" Got you again babe!" Tom shouted victoriously as he patted Peter's newlyexpanded thigh. "Only 3 more kills until I get my prize!"Peter looked down at his newly enlarged hips and thighs. "No..." Peteralmost cried as an uncontrolled force kept him on the bed."I...I...won't lose!"Peter, now resolved more than ever, desperately began to try to save whatwas left of his manliness. "It has to be tied with the.