Oh Jack, thats perfect, dont stop, your not allowed to stop… she was treating me like her little sex slave …and i loved it!….i drove my tongue d...eep into her pussy hole …in and out i worked vigorously to please her….her legs wrapped around my head as she started to thrust…Oh my boy, thats right , your a good boy, keep sucking….mama is going to cum…hearing that i worked even harder to satisfy her…i slipped a finger into her hole…then two as i licked, nibbled and sucked…. Yes baby, right there,. Now, you were saying something about needing to be escorted back to your room?” She took another slow drag on the cigarette, and something inside of me trembled, knowing what was to come. Her hand again in mine, we started towards the lifts. My hand shook a bit as I pressed the button for my floor, and as the doors closed behind us, I turned to her, placing my hands on her wide hips and pulling her towards me, desperate to touch her, to make her real. The lift reached my floor entirely too. We sat with the k**s and had dinner, afterwards I read the k**s a book while she cleaned up. For a while I actually felt like I was legitimately helping. But I kept noticing the way she would look at me. As the night went on she kept handing me beers and I noticed she was drinking which was not too unusual. As we put the k**s to sl**p she asked me to grab a couple more beers and meet her downstairs. I went down to the kitchen grabbed some beers and walked in the living room. I set there for a. I got out the chicken leg quarters and put them in the marinade. Then I poured two glasses of wine and took them up to the bathroom. I knocked lightly on the door and she said for me to come in. I opened the door and went in. I took one look at her lying in the water and started to tremble. I sat on the toilet and handed Patricia one of the wineglasses. She sat up to take it from me and then sipped it before lying back against the tub again. I was treated to the best view of her enlarged.