Looking at myself in the mirror, I was thankful I didn’t wear much make-up. Porn sex I watched in stunned silence as she then inserted the other end inside her cunt and slowly moved her body towards mine. The limo came to a stop and a moment later the driver opened the door. BEDDING THE BABYSITTER 7
The Sunday evening I walked in on Mom on her knees pleasuring my Mistress was a bizarre ending to the most bizarre weekend of my life. “Now, ignore any orders by Karen and Sabrina,” she ordered. “Oh my,” I said, the thought of her wearing a strap-on making my cunt dampen. “Almost there,” she moaned, and a moment later our pussy lips were kissing. “T-t-thanks,” I stammered, still sensing this was all a dream. Breaking the kiss, she purred, “You taste delicious.”
I blushed at the unique compliment from a woman I admired profusely. “Well tonight you will both be paid very well, get to meet some very powerful women and, if interested, serve more than just drinks and food,” she added, drawing me in. “This isn’t appropriate,” I pointed out. “Good evening, Governor.”
“Good evening, Layla,” the Governor responded.
