He grabbed his shaft and masturbated until he felt pre-cum on the tip of his cock. He imagined his mother in her lingerie that he sometimes looked a...t when he did the wash. His mother seemed to like expensive lingerie. It was always lacy and see-through. David enjoyed looking at his mother, who mostly wore risqué clothes that almost always showed off her curves and other admirable attributes.His cock was nearing explosion while he thought about his mother's body. His hand was working. 'When did you last fuck a woman?' I placed so much emphasis on the word 'Fuck', it excited me to be able to say it to a stranger, especially one that was helpless, one that could not talk, he would be segregated from the other males, protecting my integrity, 'I will sell him once your finished with him', my husband said, so talking about fucking to him could be screamed as we were alone and with no-one around for miles, he took the demeanor of a pet dog, 'Strip!'He undid the few ties that kept. She had on a dark suit outfit, well tailored anddefinitely a Fortune Five Hundred style. Though her entrance was easygoing, as she proceeded across the room to my desk, there was atransformation in walk and bearing. When she had completed the twentypaces or so to face me, she was all business and her demeanor was onenot to be trifled with. This was something I had not seen in her.She proceeded to lecture me on how the office ran and what part I wouldbe expected to play in this. There would be a. ” “What, like being a stripper?!” “No!” She struggled with a thought. “ Well, I suppose in one way you could say that. But you wouldn’t be there as a ‘stripper,’ you’d just be visiting, and there are all other kinds of things you can do. It’s fun stuff. It’s just that pretty girls, you know, you can get tips and stuff, but only if you want to. I’ve been there a hundred times, and nothing bad has ever happened, and I can make anywhere from a hundred to a thousand bucks a night.” “A thousand.