"Don't be scared, it is quite all right," Ireassured him. "It is unlikely that any more customers will be comingin at this hour." I pointed out wher... the changing booths were. "Goahead; I am sure you will be very pretty in it." As he slowly went toone of the booths, I pointed out that on the bench in the booth therewas a pillow he could attach around his belly with Velcro straps, to seehow he would look once he started showing.When he came out of the changing booth, his visage had. He is now standing on the counter over her, his dick pointed straight down so he can put his fat veined cock straight down her pussy. Her impossibly arched-back has pointed her round ass high in the sky, and his purple head pushes apart her pussy lips as it slides into her. The sweaters are falling onto the floor, and the hunk is speeding up. It really feels good. That’s when she notices that the manikins are watching. Their eyes are actually following the action – the only ones who notice the. If, for no other reason, I would not sell her was the simple fact that she was my maternal parent and I would not see her abused by anyone. I would not sell her, for a computer a used car or for any amount of money. I had come to this conclusion even before I came downstairs to confront her - back when I took a shower.Dad, in his mysterious wisdom, had seen fit to grant me this woman, this slave, and I had a duty to protect and, yes, to pleasure her. She being my mother, a woman that I love,. Because of my stupid gut, I'll now have to be on the lookout for any odd signs from Cindy. It's like I don't trust her anymore and for no reason. I'm just hoping my gut feeling is only indigestion.My problem is that I'm no super sleuth. I don't know much about the video cameras, phone bugging stuff, whatever the hell that is, and I'm not rich enough to hire a private investigator. Especially since I don't have the slightest clue what I'm looking for.Cindy handles all the finances so I have no.