After five minutes, Sharon reappeared and told Christine that it would be okay as long as it was before 1pm. Once all the details had been exchanged a...nd pieces of paper signed, Christine headed off to get the train back home.Christine spent the whole evening relaxing in her two bedroomed flat in Battersea. A bath, food, a film, wine and a couple of orgasms later, she was curled up in her bed ready to catch up on her sleep after what had proved to be a long shift.The alarm went at 7:00 and. Terri wasn't bouncing on my pole, nor was I thrusting up her bottom. I was simple in her, completely engulfed in her ass, feeling her anal muscles gripping me over and over.Cupping one breast and bringing her nipple to my lips, Terri looked me in the eyes and said, "let mommy feed you baby."My eyes rolled back in my head as I suckled, my step mother feeding me one breast, then the other, all the while my throbbing cock up her ass. Because there was no humping, this please went on for quite a. This was real women.Every so often I'd notice guys showing too. That didn't interest me, but occasionally I'd pause to see the size of their cock or notice they were really going at it stroking. I'd wait to see if they were actually bold enough to cum on cam. Many times they did. That was cool to see as well, but of course I told myself strictly in an interesting way - nothing sexual...lol.I was finding fewer and fewer women actually doing anything most times, yet the guys were always there. So. Others were stranger, but still easily recognized. Beams of energy projected from sleek pistols. Rods of light that seemed to burn anything that drew close. And some people held items that barely looked like weapons at all.Books. Orbs.Severed monkey paws.They faced a massive black cloud. Arms and legs, crooked and spiderlike, emerged from the cloud at random points, while eyes seemed to gleam from within. Looking at it made me feel colder. I swept by gaze to the right, and I could see the mural.