There was alittle "pop" as my lips closed. Tabitha thrust her member against theside of my cheek. "More..." she murmured. I was happy to oblige her.On... the next pass downward I took in the whole penis and her marble pouch,as well. It was not hard to do. The little testicles were tight againstthe root of the shaft. I rolled them in a bath of hot dpit. The spongy,hot head rubbed the back of the top of my mouth. In another second,Tabitha's hands stopped playing with my hair and started pulling. I followed Mistress to the bar where we waited to be served. The man behind the bar saw Mistress and immediately came to ask what she wanted. Mistress asked for a vodka martini and didn't ask what I wanted. I guessed I wouldn't be drinking tonight. The barman came back with her drink and left to serve others. I noticed further down the bar there was a man younger then me looking Mistress up and down. "Don't do it kid! Don't do it!" I thought to myself. Mistress had obviously noticed him looking. I jumped above and grabbed her boobs, started sucking it.Mom: Did you come to suck my boobs or come for something else?I understand what she meant. My dick was already above her pussy. I started to move my hips while my dick was rubbing above her pussy.Mom: Don’t tease me, son, please fuck me.I positioned my dick and gave a big push. To my surprise, mom’s pussy was tight. I felt like almost fucking a virgin pussy.Me: Mom, you are so tight. How is it possible?Mom: Because your dad’s dick is half. . um, the business?" Alan blurted out. He glanced over at her apologetically. "You don't have to answer that."Marissa smiled outwardly, but inside, it was like Alan had struck her. In her line of work, this was one question no one ever asked.Part of it was that her reasons were none of his damn business. A bigger part was that she didn't really want to confront those reasons. She didn't want to acknowledge that she was selling herself for a few dollars. While she called herself a call girl or.