I know what she means. I know exactly what she means, not that I would ever admit to it. It's supposed to be quite common in the country, for pubs, an...d roadhouses like this one. There'll be a room at the back, where a waitress or maybe the boss' daughter will go in the evenings, to suck men's cocks for a few pounds a time. Sandra probably does it herself, to get the customers in and make a little undeclared income. Normally I would be outraged at the suggestion. Normally I would give them both. Very nice to meet you, too. Charles — Ask her, ask her now?” Claire prodded.Raising an eyebrow, she said, “Ask me what, Charles?”“Mom, Claire’s school, up in northern Columbus, is putting on a summer dance in three weeks. Its theme is Summer Memories – May I please go?” I asked. “Brian and his Cotillion partner Susan Williams along with Claire and I were hoping to double-date?”“My little boy. He’s gone from ... never looking at a girl in the face before to asking his mother if he can go to a. The huge cockin my mouth swelled, spasmed, and a gush of hot creamy sperm spurted intomy throat closely followed by another. I swallowed that huge load of saltygloop, feeling it slide down the back of my throat, a sticky mass thatfelt sensual as descended.The cock in my mouth pumped out more and more spunk, so much that I foundit difficult to swallow fast enough and so let some of the creamy rivuletsof saliva and semen escape the oval of my lips to trickle down his shaft.Bob grunted softly,. In fact, it was good, I was warming to it, and I wanted to do it well now that I was doing it.I then felt some cold liquid on my ass, and I realised I was being lubed up. Mistress started fingering my bottom, loosening me up for her strap on.Her caring side came through again, with her saying she will need to work on my ass with a small strap on first, so not to hurt me. But she was sure that after a good half hour of fucking, she would have got me onto the big one and I would be fucked good.