Dawn said not to worry that there was only one other couple that had stopped with them to listen to us. Dinner was great and we sat and talked for a c...ouple hours after dinner. We asked how wild they had ever gotten on one of their stays. Dawn said the last time they had been there Jerry had gotten a hard-on while they were on the beach and that she had reached over and jacked him off. He said it was a huge turn on for him to be lying there looking at the sky through his sunglasses knowing. "Yes Sir, and I love being your slut… your whore!" Connie said, leaning her face into his hand. He brushed his thumb over her lips and then turned his attention back to his mother."Okay, here's how this is going to work. As far as anyone else knows, we are just mother and son. You will call me son or Tommy, just like you have always done. However, when we are alone or it's just the three of us, you are not my mother, you are my slut and you will call yourself that. You can use Sir or Tommy to. Please, God. Don’t let it be a burglar. The sound came again, this time louder and Chantal was convinced that it was a woman. Heart in her throat, she crept closer and gently pushed the door open the rest of the way. The sight that greeted her was one that she’d never forget. Her fiancé, Jean-Claude, was viciously plunging his cock into a redheaded woman, who was holding her knees open so that he could have better access to her sloppy cunt. Chantal’s entire body went cold, then flushed with. In less than an hour I had my first engagement. We coordinated party dresses and took an Uber to a hotel on the Old Strip. The concierge told us what room to go to. We were greeted by a man in his forties that seemed very lustfully happy to see us. He had food and refreshments, including champagne, and at least twenty candles lit all over the room. I love candles. He was a very interesting and friendly man and, after a glass of champagne and with the good music Katie had selected, I found.