I’m not surprised, considering how perverse most men are.”She was much more voluble than during the previous week. Also, her anger – had that be...en faked? – wasn’t visible this time. She seemed almost light-hearted, giggly even, as she said, “I’m going to make one more attempt to get your dick to go down. I’m going to try to do that with an implement, as you will see in a moment.”I hadn’t noticed it before, but she had a stick leaning against the far side of her desk. It was a simple thing, She. One day i asked Sima on her promise, my wish to fk her and her fag hubby in same rm. She asked for a day to get ready. Next day she asked all set, tonight i would have what i want. Be4 reaching her hm, she said the background, said she told her man that she is doing bad in work so would be fired (thats a lie, she was good on work), being the son of owner, i can keep her job if she let me fk. Her man agreed but wanted to be present. That was the plan, to keep him at him so can fuck him too.Once. “It will make sense soon enough.”We unbuckled our seatbelts and climbed out of the vehicle. Then we walked around the building until we were at the front door.We entered the theater and purchased tickets for a movie called “Rachel's Raunchy Rodeo.” I started to head for the auditorium where the movie was showing, but Becca pointed me in the direction of the concession stand.“You want to get something to eat or drink during this?” I asked her.“I'll handle this,” she told me. “You just wait. Granted she wasn’t as good as her mother but there was something about her virgin lips on my cock that really added that certain je ne sais quoi. The mother leaned her head back down and began to lick my shaft of my bell tower while her daughter rung the bell with her lips.“Bon appétit Mademoiselles.” I groaned. The mother smiled up at me. She wore a lovely dress, well lovely in the fact that it showed off a lot of cleavage. I let my mind wonder a bit thinking about the job. I had to hunt down.