This is against the rules as they must be seen when they clean, but she figured I should not be disturbed, so my trap was set.As she cleaned I had a g...od look at her. Under her uniform she had a good body, nice firm ass. I talked to her, asking how many rooms she does every day - small talk to relax her. When she got close to me I reached out and grabbed her hand and when she looked at me I pulled her closer. I asked her if she was married and she said yes, with 3 k**s. I asked if she had been. The voice was all he needed to be pulled back to his scaredagreeing mindset that had developed through carrying out the varioustasks laid out by his blackmailer. Unlike at the start of all thisresisting was more of an afterthought. He still balked when new thingsgot introduced sometimes needing encouragement in the form of anotherthreat.Dressing up wasn't new by a long shot however and so Mark did so withoutbeing asked. He still had difficulty putting on the bra in a smoothfashion, the garters. Mom continued to stare at me. Then she turned to Sam, her face a little softer.“Sam, did he hurt you? Did he force you?”Sam, also in tears.“No, Mom. I love him.”Mom looked at Sam some more, then at me. That stare was back. She looked down at the table in front of her. One deep breath in, hold, breath out. Again. A third time.Silence.When Mom finally looked up again, once more at Sam, then at me, she was calmer. The stare was gone and her face had softened, but she wasn’t smiling.“I love you. I didn't really remember what all I had done, but the next day he would generously show me the videos he had taken. I guess we both got off watching them, because we would fuck each other's brains out after we watched them. I pulled into the parking lot just after dusk and parked in the back under a big oak tree. The place was mostly empty still. I knew it would get more crowded as soon as it got darker, so I entertained myself with my fingers and a few toys I had brought along. I was a pro.