.******On Friday Daniel didn't see Chris, the weekend flew by and Monday quickly rolled around. Andrea tried to focus by working out and cleaning the ...house, waiting anxiously to hear how her son's day went. Her memory of Chris' black cock was etched on her mind, and she constantly replayed in her head the moment Chris had unveiled it. She hoped her visit Chris' house may have scared him enough to leave Daniel alone, but felt deep down that was unlikely. When Daniel got home, Andrea could read. Her blue eyes sparkled, and I could tell a connection was occurring that I had not expected. She nervously twirled a finger in her hair.“So, do you find me attractive?” she pressed, her hand settling back on to my leg, only closer to my crotch than my knee.“Very much so,” I replied.“Would you like something to drink?” she proffered.“Sure,” I replied.She bounced to her feet and quickly darted of toward the kitchen. I scanned the house. It was well decorated and well kept. Family photos lined the. When we do this -‘ She made a gesture that took in the whole bed and ended with her hand sliding down my abdomen to tickle my pubic hair. ‘- it doesn’t feel naughty to me. I mean, it’s if-the-neighbors-only-knew naughty, like everything about my job. But it’s not oh-I’m-being-such-a-bad-girl naughty. I got past thrilling over this-is-so-wrong a long time ago. But when I’m being her for you, I get some of that back. And … I get to say some of the things I wish I could tell certain other clients. After hearing Pablos gloating description of her, she immediately felt the first of his associates dip three fingers into her wet pussy, and then transfer the cuntal juice soaked trio into her anus, the penetration by the small, strange new fingers causing her to drool with excitement. After the first ones hand had finished its turn between her ass cheeks, and he had pulled his fingers out of her anal passage, a second one took his place and began ramming his stiff digits home, this time.