The bad news is that you are dead.You were just on your way back home after a rather tiring overtime. You planned on buying some fast food from McTrum...p for your dinner. As you walked down the road you saw a woman in front of ATM machine. She looks scared. Beside her is a man wearing leather jacket, his expression is what you would call "an Expression of robber". The woman is slowly typing her password into the ATM with her shaking finger.Despite knowing how stupid and dangerous it is, you. That I, a simple maid, should be able to touch such a goddess... I fumbled with the delicate buckle around her perfect ankle and slowly slid the heel off her foot, exhaling as I did so, experiencing sensations and feelings that were partially adoration but predominantly lust. Without realizing it, I'd fallen for her. The weeks and months of conditioning, subtle hints, gentle nudges, the gradual rationing of affirmation and condemnation, praise when I was a good girl, admonishment when I was. ”Mom smiled again and said, “Won’t you be needing my wet panties when you jerk off?”I replied, “I’d rather get them later after you have worn them a while.”Mom laughed and said, “Okay! How about I let you smell the real thing while you jerk off. That way I can watch.”She did not even wait for an answer, she just pushed me back on the bed, and wrapped a leg over my face placing her panty-covered pussy an inch from my nose. The fragrance was over powering and I started jerking off immediately.. ” “I’ve missed you so much.” She goes closer to him, he says, “I want you….to sit with me…” Becky does this with no second thought onto what was going on. He slips an arm around her which was odd, Becky says, “Mark, what are you doing?” He says, “We are reviving the old gang…reviving what each of us had before the break up…I’ve already revived myself, now it is your turn…” Becky scoots away from him saying, “Mark, I’m not like that anymore…I’m a good girl…I don’t do that…” “What? This?” His.