This was the best news I could ever listen to. Not only does my mom want to get fucked, but she wants to be fucked like a total whore. It was up to me... to fulfill my desires and my mother’s.A few days passed, and mom mentioned nothing. On the 4th day, I woke up and came to the kitchen. I saw mom in her red lingerie with a smile on her face.I sat at the dining table, pretending to be normal.She placed the breakfast on the table and sat across from me. I could see her round boobs and thick puffy. Harvey had been nervous perhaps once or twice in his life. Now he could make it three.He started counting slowly to clear his head. When he reached three hundred, he would go close this deal.A noise made Boris jump up out of his chair. He checked the clock on the wall. Still forty minutes until he should be here, he thought.Another noise made him quietly slip to the foyer. It was the stairs creaking; someone was coming... down?It was Irina.What is she doing here?! Boris thought."Irina?" he. She had paid for services of slaves for years now, even had one on a full time basic. She was white in her mid 30 and wealthy enough to do anything she wanted.That day at work she had called the agency and told them she wanted a black slut for the weekend to use. They promised one would arrive at 6 tonight. She called her full time Mexican maid and slave and told her she had the night off.She showered when she got home and dressed in her favorite nightie, a see through short one. She was going. He wore a white shirt with blue buttoned coat, black pants and boots. His name was Captain Raphael Fernando Frederico Natoli. As she read the information on him underneath the painting, Rachael overheard one of the curators talked to a group of tourists on a tour. ‘Captain Natoli and his pirate crew of 150 would rob from very wealthy people. Aside from being a ruthless pirate, he was also a romantic gentleman as well.’ The curator said. Rachael then overheard some other tourists tell about one.