He even thought that his father may have an apartment and even another woman living with him there, but he didn’t really care. His name was Seth and... he loved his mother dearly and only wanted her to be happy, but he had to know where she was going and what she was doing. He couldn’t bare it if she was seeing someone else. His sister Margo felt the same way, they could care less if they’re father cheated, in fact could make life easier for they’re mother if they could convince her to divorce. She came to work at five-thirty in the morning, waited tables, collected her tips, and went home to her tiny apartment at two-thirty in the afternoon. There she showered, changed clothes and watched television until it was time to go to bed.On Tuesdays, she washed her clothes, shopped for a few groceries and other necessities of life, and watched television. This was her life. All of her life.The next day was a Tuesday, and she watched herself with a faint tingle of awareness as she went. On the way I checked my email to find a message saying that he was waiting for me ass up and lubed, and I should knock four times and he would let me in. My heart was pumping hard and fast as the blood rushed into my cock. I walked up the cement stairs and found the stall he specified before knocking four distinct times. He opened the door and I saw him exactly how he had described and how I'd always imagined. Submissively bent over with his shaven ass up for me to breed at will. I kneeled down. The walls are pink, the carpet is pink, by God the fucking chairs are pink. "Really stuck with a theme here didn't you" Your voice carries on towards the ears of a tall blonde woman, dressed shockingly, in pure white. The tender fibers of her ivory dress hug her hips like no one's business, and your eyes can't help to flick all over her sultry curve. She catches the minimal of your eyes like a cougar, her teeth revealing themselves in a harrowing grin, your dick can't help to twitch at her open.