Monica was talking to one of the agents that scheduled photo shoots. He wanted her to go to Los Angeles for a shoot with Ulysses. Monica told him sh...e wasn’t sure. Dean getting better was her main priority.An hour later, Dean, exhausted sat in a nearby chair, his mother still on the treadmill.“Come on, don’t tire out. You’re doing great!” she encouraged him.“Need to rest a bit,” he replied, drinking from his water bottle.“You know I’ve heard exercise is the most effective and less used. There was total darkness, you could not make out any thing around you. I felt two strong hands grip me and push me to the wall, a voice in deep whisper said 'don't say a word, just do as I say.' His hands fumbled around my belt and let it loose, my pants dropped to my ankles and my assailant lifted my shirt and pulled down my under wear below my buttocks. I felt a rubbery hard warm wet tube slid up the crack of my butt, I bent leaning over at the waist poking my butt out. With my face pressed. I will try to ease his passage." She was the only one of the women who was overweight though even she was not heavy by much.He was quickly stripped and led to the rope. Black Jim placed the noose on his neck and cinched it. She went to her knees in front of him and, opening her mouth, sucked his cock deeply. Black Jim began to pull on the rope and his body began to rise as he choked and struggled. His cock surged into his mother's mouth as he reflexively hardened for his last orgasm. As his. “Who sent it anyway?” he pressured. When she did not answer, he grabbed the gold-rimmed invitation from the table and waved it in her face.“Who sent you this?”“It’s from Marianne,” she replied.“Marion? Who the Hell is Marion?” he yelled, scrunching the heavy paper in his hand.“Marianne, not Marion,” she snapped.He threw the invite in her face and screamed like a c***d having a tantrum “Don’t you correct me! I may not have gone to your hoity-toity girl’s school and have had all Daddy’s money.