"I sashay into the cafeteria as the teachers clap and laugh. MistressKidd grabs my reins and stops me. "Whoa little doggie. It looks likeyou escape... your corral with a bunch of stolen candy. You know whathappens to naughty unicorns? A fiesta!'Mistress Kidd hands Mistress Fletcher a lasso and she tosses it around meand ropes me in. 'Good work birthday girl, now with some help from theposse we'll get our candy back from this naughty filly."Mistress Kidd trips me from behind and guides me to. ‘enantha amma?’ I asked. She slapped me on my face. Again a love slap.‘Solemaga neenu’, she said, meaning you are bastard.‘Amma sorry it means you are a prostitute, I don’t like it’‘Howdu matthe nanu solene, magan jote sex madodu soletanakkinta kade’ she said meaning, yes I am a prostitute only having sex with the son is worse than being a prostitute.‘Amma please don’t call yourself like that I worship you kane’‘It’s okay I said it jokingly’, said mom, ‘but I really want to be your prostitute. We waited our turn and at the appropriate time, Brad, Joan and I went into the room and left Shelly playing games on her phone. From first looks, I concurred with Brad’s summary of Miss Brookes, mid-late 20’s, about 5’4”, pert breasts concealed behind a dress that showed off a good looking figure. Very delectable. The meeting went the usual way of ‘Brad could do better’ ‘there has been some improvements across some subjects’ etc etc etc but the more the meeting went on, the more flustered Miss. "I have to get ready for bed," she replied, and went to her room to change into her nightgown. I walked out the front door, excited and disappointed. I went to turn on my car, but had forgotten my keys. I strolled back inside, only to find my mother-in-law reclining on the couch in her nightgown, her fingers finding their way across her perfectly pink pussy. She jumped when she saw me. "I thought you left!" she gasped, and smiled at me, using a pillow to cover her pussy. "I forgot... my keys,".