That Saturday morning I came out of my bedroom dressed in my robe just as Susan came upstairs, we met at the stair head. Susan was wearing tight leggi...gs with a figure hugging top with short sleeves, showing off her ample breasts, 34c I think. We exchanged greetings, “good morning Susan, how are you today” I asked. “I am fine John thank you,” she replied. “Are you thinking of getting dressed today then.” She teased. “Well I could get dressed right now but that would mean taking my robe off here. I got quota to make," the other man spoke."I go first," the man that greeted me said with a heavy Spanish accent. I turned to look at momma."What's goin' on?" You gotta ask?" I suddenly felt someone grab my wrist and tug me towards one of the buses. It was the man that said he was going first and he literally dragged me the 30 or so feet. Carlos had already left us and was talking to some the workers picking oranges. The second man followed behind us a few feet and momma followed behind him.On. She did not reply, but I could well imagine the images in her head. I have a wicked sense of fashion and when I feel like dressing a friend in a sexy way, I can go trashy. Janet has been a very willing model for my nasty urges. I always felt the shoes were so great, it gave her the courage to wear my selection of dresses in public. Receiving pictures of Janet in bars, restaurants or other public places as proof of her obedience was my reward. ‘So Janet, can you picture yourself, letting me. .. was far beyond anything I had ever done before. I know it had to have been a combination of everything that was going on at the moment. The feel of my best friend's breasts as she literally fucked me with it, driving those fat thick nipples up my split, they way she teased my clit with them driving me insane. Jared ... standing there so provocatively, his prick perhaps harder, stiffer and longer than I remembered seeing it, his mother's sheer panties once again draped around it as he stood.