Raymond prodded her toward the center of the large office with the gun. "Let`s start the show," he said. Sandra grabbed at the collar of her blouse to... pull it around her throat. "Look, we shoot you, nobody knows nothing and you're dead", said Raymond. "Is that what you want?" Sandra slowly shook her head. "Well get started", ordered Raymond. Sandra knew she had no choice. They could kill her and no one would know until Monday. She began to fumble with the top button to her blouse. She undid one. I walked behind her and let my girlcock rub againsther ass. She took it firmly into her hand and led me into the kitchen. Itook down two glasses and she poured soda."So have you bought any new shoes lately?" she asked. "Yes," I replied,"there's a pink box on the end table." She walked over and picked it up."Sexy shoes. Obviously the vendor for you." She opened the box. "Oh, my!Get over here now!"I walked over to the couch and she sat me down. She removed both of myshoes. The shoes in the box. "I sent it off and then sat hoping I had read her intentions right. Drafting and thinking about my message truly had kept me hard and horny and I decided to have a look at some sites and maybe beat off with Mum's panties. I found an 'Older amateur women' site and pushed my hand with the nickers into my pants and masturbated to the visualisation of my doing to Mum what I could see on my screen. I filled the nickers with my cum and decided to return them to the laundry basket as a present for Mum. My heart was breaking again, and she turned to leave again. This time I didn't hesitate. I took both of her arms in mine and turned her around. I took the child from her and smiled down at it. It looked up at me and smiled back. I was in love. Angie was watching me and she looked doubtful. I looked up at her and kissed her again and then I kissed the child. I had a family it seemed and I was on cloud nine. Angie finally realized how I felt and she said "Say hello to your son, Ray." Ray, my.