Mom says that a clean kitchen is a good kitchen.’ It was almost dark by the time she led me to her bedroom, in the back of the second story. I had t...o small glasses of some exotic liqueur. ‘Take your clothes off and put them on the chair. I’ll be right back.’ I was down to my briefs when she returned, minus all her clothes, with two towels. She nodded at my waist. ‘Those too.’ In the dim light, the naked figure was more exotic than the liqueur. Behind the house, on an extension of the deck, was. It was then when another car pulling into the park lane. I heard the car door close as Victor told me somebody was watching us… Hearing that excited me so much I really sucked hard on his cock. Victor was fingering me wet pussy telling me a black guy was now by my door looking in and watching us having sex. I heard my door open and within moments I felt a hand moving up my thigh slowly. My husband removed his hand from my thong as I felt it being pulled to one side. I lifted my head as Victor. That looks a lot better."I sat down to breakfast and as I did so, the front of my housecoat slidoff my leg to reveal the leg of my pyjamas underneath. I pulled it backup, only for it to slide off again. I was reduced to holding it in placewith one hand while I ate breakfast slowly using the other. The tappingof the pendant earrings on my jaw was very noticeable"That's another lesson learned" she grinned. "With silk you have towatch out what is happening to the state of your dress. But don't. His beady, green eyes fixated upon me as his mouth spread into his sadistic giggle-uttering grin. Its glare widened as I stirred, and he spoke quickly with little fluctuation. ‘Mmm…awake! Yes, awake, good! He shall be happy, oh yes!’ his creepily enticed voice made my spine shiver,’ Awake! Now, happy, yes…’ He perched in a crouch, his head resting in his ghoulishly white hands. The only factual information I drew from this impish creature was some form of psychopathic-delusion-schizophrenic.