He was saying a lot of sweet nothings. He said I looked good and what not. I was too scared to piss him off further because he was so obviously bigger... than me and could very well barge in and do what he wants with me and I won’t be able to stop him.Also, we did spend the whole week talking to each other. We did know each other a bit. It was rude of me to walk out on him like that. And the coffee shop I met him at, you can see my house from the shop. I realized he didn’t follow me like a. I was carrying the oil and cream needed for massage. I had informed them to get some ice cubes. Since the apartment had fridge, even the ice cubes were ready. They had got the chocolate sauce.Hubby chose to walk out during the massage, though I had asked him to be around. Even she would feel secured. But, he said, she wanted to be alone during massage, if he is infront of her, she may feel insecure or may not be comfortable. I assured him about the satisfaction which she would get post massage.. ”Anne walked by both of us out of the kitchen so we followed her sitting down together on the couch that we had sat in when we first arrived.Anne put on a cassette sat down and sipped her wine and I asked her how she came to be wearing woman's clothes in such a beautiful house.“I lived alone with my mother after my father left her for someone else when I was very young” she said “growing up in a very feminine environment was so natural and nice that when I got older I started to experiment with. "You think you can cum for mommy more than once?" I struggled to get words out. "Mmhhmmm. Yes." "Yes what?" I knew exactly what she wanted to hear. It's what I wanted, too."Yes, mommy." My mom smiled and took me deep into her mouth. She rocked her head fast, taking my whole length each time like a professional. The feeling was intense, but the sight of her pale glistening body and wet red hair pouring down her back was incredible. She lifted her head and coaxed me with her hand. "Come on. Cum.