"Now where were we?" Sandra said, ignoring the sounds of discomfort coming from the young woman between her thighs. "The admission." Victoria said. "For my step-son." She would have left already if not for her step-son. She had nothing against gay people really. Her hair dresser was gay. But the last thing she wanted to see was two women have sex. She wanted to look away, but somehow the spectacle of Sandra dominating this young college educated girl was something you couldn't look away from. "Oh yes, your step-son," Sandra said. "You need his registration form. I guess it must be embarrass... Show more