I had finished the last of the tests and was drinking my third beer when her son came home. Jeff and I said hello, as I said he and I were acquainted ...and had not spent much time in school together. Jeff went to his mother gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He asked what was for dinner and if she minded if he went to the game. She suggested pizza, and he readily agreed. She then asked if I would like to join them. We suggested perhaps some more bear would be in order, to which she replied. The piazza was the center of the city. It was an open area surrounded by restaurants and shops. We shared lobster stuffed pasta at a tiny café. Then we got cocky and got real Italian espresso shots that instantly tried to melt our faces off and kept us jittery for hours after. (‘Starbucks is for chumps,’ I panted.) We got as many bottles of as many kinds of wine we could carry, each popping the cork on one to sip on as we walked, straight out of the bottle like unabashed Americans on a long. Her body was quivering with pleasure. ooohhh Krishna it feels so good inside me and her words drove me more and more crazy and I did not stop reaming her asshole and her body squirmed also ooohhh Maaa she cried suddenly what’s happening to me?And her body began to shiver and knew she had her orgasm when her orgasm subsided her body went limp. I took my dick out and turned her to my side. I kept my fingers in her pussy and pushed them deep. I kept those cum drenched fingers into my mouth mmmm. So I lethim go for it. But being trapped under my weight with hands cuffedbehind his back and wearing a tight constricting corset he had nochance. He shouted and bucked. Screamed and heaved. But eventually helay there still and exhausted."Good girl," I whispered in his ear. And that started him up all again."I am not a girl. Have you gone mad!" I let him scream and wriggle againuntil he stopped. Red in the face and sweating. Completely weak."When you are ready, tell me you will be a good girl.