"Akiko, I love you," I said pathetically.Then I found a condom and removed it from the wrapper. "Mother, put this on your son," I told Akiko.Her son a...nd I then switched sides. Akiko took my cock in her mouth. Her son first started licking her vagina from behind. Then, as he touched her vagina softly he started rimming his mother.It was all I could do to not cum there. I stopped moving. "Yes, rim your mother. Tongue your mother's ass." Mother, do you like it?" he asked. "Yes, it's good. I want. .” She knew her makeup was a mess and her hair, so painstakingly straightened earlier, now framed her face with dripping, wet curly ropes. Bambi inclined his head and shook the basket as he handed her the robe. He pushed one overly long clown shoe off then prised the other with his foot and kicked it away. His eyes stayed on hers as he slipped his red braces over his shoulders and even before his baggy comedy trousers dropped wetly to the floor, he was unbuttoning his mud-stained shirt. It was. She soaped her hands generously in a small basin and began at my neck and shoulders rubbing and massaging the lather over me.She had me hold out my arms as her soft hands soaped me, then down my chest and abdomen.Then she re-soaped her front and moved behind me to begin rubbing her slippery breasts and stomach over my back as she draped her arms over me rubbing her lathered hands across my chest, tweaking my nipples as she writhed sinuously against my back. I think it was the most erotic,. ”“Huh?”What’s wrong with Bertram Owen Osgood Brewster?She handed me a pen, “Write the monogram out, Birdie.”Done. I gave it the double-o, and it took but a mo, “Oh.”“Birdie, Ms. Lane asked me to bring you up to speed on Gibraltar Soup.”Huh? I’d been Assistant Account Exec on Gibraltar far longer than Ms. Sloane had even been at BB.“What’s the primary goal of our Gibraltar Soup campaign?”“Sell more soup!” Easy one.Ms. Sloane seemed to sigh and settle down inside herself. If you know what I.