"You'd better stop that,” Sheila said with an approving smile on her face. "Or, I'm going to pull off this road and eat that hot cunt of yours, Chri...sy,” Sheila exclaimed lovingly. With that, I shifted in my seat and with my right hand, smiled and slipped my fingers up inside her short skirt, feeling the outer edge of her thong as I did so. Lightly tracing the outline of her slit with my fingernail, I purposely teased Sheila’s pussy and clit. Smiling at me, Sheila responded, "You love my pussy. I could smell the scent of her arousal and of my cum that had spurted on her belly when I pulled out of her. “It doesn’t matter that I mixed up the doors,” I thought as I listened to her instructions.“Always begin slowly,” Chris said, “a woman likes to build up to sex and not be mounted like a male dog does his bitch.”“Sure Chris,” I said.“Call me M0m, I love young studs like you and thinking of you as my son makes it so much better for me.” She said as I watched her part her legs further so I. I wanted this. I looked at Dave and it was clear he was up for it, too. I leaned over her back and reached around her belly to unfasten her pants. It was a struggle, but she reached down and helped. Once they were open I wasted no time in pulling them down her hips along with her frilly panties. I pushed the garments to her knees and she lifted one leg, letting me pull them past the knee to tangle at her ankle. I didn't care, as long as I could get her legs apart. She paused a moment, wiggling. I went into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. Did I want to do this? I had been in relationships with dominant sex, but this man seemed…more intense. I was so curious. He said I could stop it. I believed him. Didn’t I? I trusted him, but I was HERE in his domain. Was I safe? Surprisingly enough, I felt completely safe. I started to put on the corset, and as promised it fit like a sexy glove. The thong panties also fit perfectly. I decided to keep on my thigh high boots, just for.