Chapter 5

They did save some for her, in fact they saved quite a lot, but that came later as I lay on the couch, gently sodomizing Sandra's gorgeous little arse hole, whilst watching Michelle's talented tongue reaming out mum's tight little anus.

The two kinky teenagers had put on quite a show for us involving squatting over an empty champagne bottle each and picking them up without using their hands!

Then they'd each laid my mother out on the floor with her feet towards me so could watch as Sandra worked two fingers in between her swollen sex lips,

"Come on you fucking slags" she'd taunted them, "You can do better than that, can't you?"

She'd moaned with lust when the girl added two more fingers and she realised she was going to be fisted,

"Watch Michael" she hissed, "Watch what these dirty, fucking bitches to do my poor little pussy"

Michelle knelt beside her and kissed her lovingly as her friend tucked her thumb into the palm of her hand and made a fist

"You like this don't you, you fucking kinky bitch?"

Mum whimpered with pleasure as the fist forced it's way into her sex, her mouth opened in a soundless scream, then she moaned in her throat as Michelle spat directly into her mouth,

"That's just the first half" she said softly, "There are two of us don't forget"

Her eyes had been as wide as saucers, I'd have thought she was scared if I didn't know her better.

Sandra turned round and squatted over mum, her cunt mashing against mum's mouth as Michelle began fingering her anus, first with one digit, then two.

I sat back and slowly masturbated as I watched mum using both hands to pull her bum cheeks apart, but Michelle didn't seem to need any help as slowly she eased all five digits into my mother's welcoming little arse hole!

She didn't need any help to accept my cock into her own hot little anus either, but her gorgeous twin helped anyway by pulling me out occasionally and sucking her sister's anal slime off my cock.

Both of us drank directly from each girls' sweet little cunt as they squatted over us kissing each other hungrily and swapping saliva, I'd heard stories before of so-called lesbian sisters, but these two were real, they meant it!

Thanks to a couple of "E's" I managed to fuck all three of them before crawling off to bed exhausted and fell into a deep, dream free sleep.

She was up before me and woke me with a coffee, wearing what had already become her usual morning attire of stockings, suspender belt and nothing else but high heels.

Coffee and croissants make an ideal breakfast, but when the croissants are flavoured with the sex juices of a very horny and sexually adventurous woman, they really are something special!

We had a meeting with some senior managers later on that morning, to do with a bid we'd put in for a contract with the ministry of defence, so I wasn't at all surprised when, on arriving at the office Carole, my new personal assistant announced there was a gentleman by the name of Sir Gilbert Kennedy Smythe waiting to see me.

"Haven't you dug up a secretary yet Carole?"

"Not yet Mr, er, I mean Michael, but I'm interviewing this afternoon"

"Ok, do your best, I need you working with me in here, in the meantime send Gilbert in"

"Gilbert?"

"Yes, Gilbert, that bloody old rogue who's waiting out there to see me"

She giggled and said, "I've already found out that he's a rogue, but I've managed to keep them on"

"What?"

"My panties Michael, but no thanks to him!"

"What a splendid gal Michael!" he beamed as he came into my office and we shook hands,

"You know I'm always pleased to see you Gilbert" I said warily, "But something tells me this isn't a social call, am I right?"

"Nonsense Michael" he helped himself to a large single malt, "I just popped in to see how you're both doing"

"We're doing fine sir thanks, now what can I do for you?"

"Well it's only a minor favour really Michael, I want you to employ someone"

"Who?"

"One of my chaps actually, we need him in New York"

"We haven't got an office in New York Gilbert"

"Ah well" he grinned at me and I knew I'd lost the little exchange, "I remember your father telling me that he did in fact, open a small office in the big apple, purely to service the American end of the operation"

I remembered too, but I didn't think that this crafty old fox would know about it, I pretended to think about it for a few seconds before saying with a smile,

"Ok I'll have to take your word for that one Gil, so what's the story?"

"No story old boy" he beamed, "It's all to do with stopping the money supply, as you know "Noraid" is simply a cover for the fund raising arm of the provisionals, nothing more and nothing less, it's conned the great American public into believing that we're there as an army of occupation and they've responded by donating millions of dollars every year which does nothing else but purchase arms for the cause"