Panic over the consequences of Sean telling her daughter everything, that the truth was her Mother was now little more than an admittedly high class h...oker specialising in bondage And Domination,?A whore well paid to have bondage sex with men and women, all procured by men such the Young man upon whose cock her mouth was now working ... a young man who in effect ‘owned her’ that she nothing more than his Slave, Sean Brady’s Slave! ... or was she the Slave of Peter Harris? or even Helen. . so I smile, I stand up to straddle MrBigBlackMan. I spread my pussy wide open, I make sure he gets a good look at my wet pussy right before I begin to slide down on his hard dick. Just as his head pops inside me, we hear him let out this long satisfying moan.. I slide up and down on his head ready to spread my pussy open.. then as my husband is holding the shaft, i slowly take in more of his dick, and i slide back up, then down again and back up and down. MrBig Black Man is begging for. Crap! They must have figured out my energy signature. As quickly as I could I changed my vibrations and the signature of my body. Ah! better! I had hit the eleventh and twelfth ship when they figured it out again. Crap! I retreated feeling my energy rebuild.Looking on, I saw that they had stopped their advance and were obviously hunting for me. I needed to take them all out but I was extremely tired. I hadn't been this far out in a long time. Changing my energy and vibrations had also put a. (I've since come to see the wisdom that warns: "It's OK to laugh in the bed room, but not to laugh and point.")Anyway, my unflagging desire to see Jean nude was answered, but I was so blue and shivering that I could think only of jumping back into my sleeping blanket. (My suggestion that Jean and I zip our mirror-image sleeping bag together elicited no more than a twinkle and a smile coupled with a mute shake of her head.) So the wish that I carried with me on the backpacking trip that I see.