My tears andsobs kept coming as he rubbed some lotion on my red behind and hesoothingly told me that I could expect a repeat of that any time I balked...t their help.I think the guys went easy on me for the next couple weeks. They didstart to take a more dominant tone with me, telling me to do anythinginstead of asking, but they didn't have to punish me again even though Iwould flinch and cower near them. Each night while watching the porn ofAgnes I still had to dress up like her but the guys. 'Well, young man, you look like you are absolutely freezing, do you want something warmer to slip into?' I asked him. 'Yes, please' he replied politely, and looked up at me with his warm, innocent eyes. 'OK, we'll let's see what we can find for you', as I ran upstairs enthusiastically. I went to Sandra's wardrobe, and pulled out her satin purple dressing gown. I had bought it for her with a matching nightdress as a St Valentine's Day present some years ago. I gently stroked its silky material. 2 or 3 minutes went by as she continued her task, and finally I stopped her.Taking hold of her shoulders had her stand up.“straddle me” I said.She placed a leg either side as I sat in the chair cock fully erect pointing at the sky, she realised what I had in mind.Holding up her nightie with one hand she she sued her other hand to grasp my cock and slowly lowered herself guiding my cock with her hand.I felt the warmth of her pussy as the tip of my cock made contact and sheslowly lowered until I. We had driven from Toronto to Montreal meet up with Diane and her daughter and take in the annual Jazz festival, and where at first the idea of spending a weekend with my mother and her friend made me want to roll my eyes, I had to admit I was having a great time. Montreal was a great city full of great sights, sounds, and an amazing French culture, from its architecture, to fine food and fine women.The festival itself had a real buzz about it, good bands, fantastic concerts, many of them.