I sit up groggily in the shitty cot my step-dad set up for me in the garage, smirking as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, thank god we live in Miami, ...h?My few meagre belongings were tucked under a military-esque pop up cot, squared away in my patrol bag, a few more in the trunk of my 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 302. Even in the dim light it’s matte blue paint with white racing stripe finish gleams, spotless. My most prized possession.I didn’t own much, mostly because I rarely came home, in the 6. This is how my fertile imagination pictured how it would go:We'd set Saturday night as the time for our first virtual cuckold session. They initiated the call which was a pleasant surprise. I'd never done one before. After exchanging pleasantries, I told them that for tonight, I would be the master, bull and director, and DD would play my part. That since I was the master, they were my sex slaves and I was going to have a lot of fun with them was that okay? "Oh yes master!" They giggled in. I turned back towards her and saw that she was awake and was smiling towards me. I was surprised. I tried to show that I did not know what she was doing.Me : swati!, what are you doing?Swati : dont be so innocent, shanaya.Me : what do you mean?Swati : oh comeon! Do you think that you will play with my body every night and I would not get to know that?I was surprised and didnt know how to react.Me : I am sorry swati! I didnt meant to….Even before I could complete swati pushed me closer to her. "No, that's all right, dear. " If I move around just right, I think I'm going to get real comfortable. What about you Mike. Is there anything you need to do to get more comfortable? Is there anything you need me to do?"Mike placed his hands on each side of my hips." If you would mom, raise up some so I can position myself better." I understood what my son was saying.I raised my ass in the air as high as I could. I felt one of his hands come off of my hip. I knew what he was doing with it. I.