Row ... center.”“Oops, sorry, Mom. I got distracted.”I stood there holding the doorknob, looking into the darkened room, “That’s okay, I sho...uld have knocked.” I could not move as I watched my son casually put his cock back in his pants, zip-up, walk over to his computer, and start typing. I saw the theater website come up and figured it was safe to join Ron at his computer. I got as far as Ron’s window, glanced out, and saw Abram Goldberg on his back with his head between his wife’s legs. He. They walked me to the end of the building and unlocked a door. It was some kind of storage room. They flicked on the light and shoved me inside, reclosed the door and I heard them lock it from the outside.In this room there were two brooms one regular straw and a three foot push broom and a mop. On some metal shelving there sat a few assorted spray can of what I assume was cleaning supplies. There was a stack of four boxes of copy paper. Some pens, pencils and black marking pens were on the top. He waited until she relaxed then raisedthe belt again. It was a satisfying "snap" and again the strength of the blowforced a cry out of her. "What are you?" He asked. "Your slave Master." She answered as yet another blow landed, this one onher shoulders. "And what is your purpose?" He waited, the belt raised in the air. Her leftshoulder, the skin glowing in the candlelight made a tempting target. "To serve my Master in any way he sees fit." She answered. The blow landedand she cried out. She moved slowly at first, alternating between licking around the head with her tongue and then taking him fully into her mouth. She couldn't get all of him in at first but with each subsequent attempt, she fit more and more. He gently placed his hands on the sides of her head to help guide her as she worked. "That's so good baby. You're handling it perfectly. No wonder you wanted to get together... You know how to love a big cock..." I love every inch" she said as she pulled back to take a.