She was naked and young Mark was playfully chasing his mother around the kitchen, grabbing her tits and feeling her cunt. While that was going on, fou...r hundred miles from there in the city of Denton, Paul Findley, looking fit and handsome for a man of his years, smoothed back his grey hair and pulled in his paunch, as his secretary ushered in a very attractive young woman and said, "Mrs. Stevens, sir." Won't you sit down, Mrs. Stevens? The couch here is the most comfortable," said Findley,. He had been sitting on the bed in front of the phone for several minutes. Each time he went to pick up the receiver, he would stop and replace it. What would he say? How would he even begin the conversation? Should he wait for Jeanette to begin? He was tense, and afraid that even the light breakfast he had eaten might not stay down. Finally, as if it were a last resort, he picked the receiver up, pressed nine for an outside line, and then his home phone number. ‘Hello?’ It was a tired and. I told myself it was just because I didnt want to go to prison on my birthday. I just kept telling myself that over and over. Mark smiled when he opened the door. "There is a birthday girl. My beautiful Rose we are so honored you want to spend tonight with us." I knew I had to play along. "Yes." Jen motioned me out of my coat. "Oh my Pretty rose we were so happy to have you for a second time this week. Now would you like some wine or scotch?" I remembered how much easier it was with booze so. Alexis bought it because of the way it only just contains my easily-accessible pussy lips. I check my reflection in the mirror: no bruises are showing. The dyed-purple Brazilian pubic triangle just visible through the shiny silver fabric. I continue watching the video down to the ground floor - projecting the image onto the lift walls and then inside the automated car. I'm glad there's no driver to comment on the wet patch I'm leaving on the seat as my pussy reacts to the images of gorgeous.