And her scent. God, her scent!Angry! Fuck, I was royally pissed off.God.I started to cry. Fuck that!I grabbed her by the throat and forced her backwar...d. I came out of her for a moment, but that wasn’t going to be for long. I moved to spread her legs and found them opened wide. Candy had a wild, expectant look. She pressed against my hand so that I instinctively forced a tighter grip on her throat.“Yes!” Candy hissed. I guided my cock into her and slammed forward as hard as I could. She gasped. I'm Larry. I look after marketing for Clegg. Well at least I did when all this kicked off. This was one of the last jobs I was involved in before I moved on to run one of his new business ventures.Clegg's organisation is what you might euphemistically call a recruitment agency; except our recruits usually weren't planning on a change of role before they met up with us. I suppose slave traders is the real name for what we are. The Caribbean trip had been to meet with a potential customer, a chap. The woman was marching towards the door wearing an expression of extreme irritation.Alex said, “She doesn’t look happy. Who is she?”“She’s my mother,” Sherry answered feeling her stomach tighten.“I wonder what she wants?” Alex said.Sherry rose from her chair and went to the door. She opened it before her mother had a chance to ring the doorbell. Her mother was quite surprised when the door opened as she reached it.“Hi, Mom!”Her mother said, “Don’t you ‘hi mom’ me.”Sherry grimaced at the harsh. Kisses followed my desire, my lips leaving a trail of lust along her collarbone, between her breasts, and to her stomach. She moaned slightly as I teased her core with my tongue, circling and lapping her abs and ribs, placing kisses on the soft expanse of her flesh.She ran her fingers through my hair as I trailed back up, nuzzling first one breast, then the other, kissing around her nipples in the same teasing way she had explored me. Finally I could no longer resist, and I placed my lips on.