The Old Harlot
0 Ok, later, later. “Come here, you dirty little boy.” I made him stand up straight with his hands on his head and ripped the shorts down to the floor. I walked around the other side of the horse, unbuttoned the top of my blouse, lifted his head up, so it was perfectly in line with my heaving bosom and barked my displeasure at him. I got married but it didn’t last, an older woman and she wanted different things to me. I must tell you that I have expenses to cover, so I’m not cheap.”
“That’s not a problem, Daddy’s very rich. Relaxing on Sunday evening with a large whisky I thumbed through the magazines and something caught my eye. You disgusting little child. I knelt down in front of him, tits covered in his cum and looked at him. Off you go, down there, third door on the left.”
I gave him a good five minutes before I called out, “Are you ready Simon?”
He called out a positive reply and I deliberately stomped my way down the hall to the door.