Behind him, Marion Scott nervously checked around her as she dashed to her car. Since the attack, she never went out alone apart from her Church visit...s. Her reluctance to discuss it with Justin gave her a constant feeling of guilt. Could she trust him? What would he say? She knew it hadn't been her fault, but she felt unclean, and unable to talk to anyone about her feelings. She climbed in the car and closed the door."Good Evenin' Marion"She stopped. Rigid with fear and shock, she stared in the. This was my house, and my bathroom, and the last thing I expected to find was Sara blowing some guy while I assumed she was keeping strangers out of my house. Why didn’t I listen to my dad? He thought a roommate was a bad idea, but I just wouldn’t listen. I had half a mind to embarrass this guy just as badly as I was. “Amy, are you still there?” Sara asked gently, and I heard the guy cracking up behind the door. That was it! I had had enough of this jackass. I flung open the door, barely. The beautiful woman on the chair spoke. "Robby, you're back! Good, I want to get started."He shook his head. It was his MOTHER, not some slutty M.I.L.F. out there in cyberland."Yeah ... right." he said. He was glad it was dark in the room. He didn't want her to see the lump in the front of his pants.She took him to the studio, which now had shades drawn tightly. She had erected a platform, made of pine boards, and there was a short plastic column standing on one side, on top of a plinth. It. I held her hips as she still hung down by one arm. I increased my tempo as her pussy felt incredible."You should have just paid me Steph," I said as I slapped her ass cheek."Tell me to fuck you," I said as I began to slam into her cunt harder."Fuck you," Stephani said as she still had the large cock in her mouth.I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back causing her to scream out."TELL ME TO FUCK YOU," I shouted as my hips began to slam into her ass..There was no sound so I pulled harder on.