"Yes ... but it's not wrong, Mom. Not at all. Jack just wants us to be happy. He promised us. We need to trust him. Do you understand?" Yes," Chelsea ...epeated. She said the word in a robotic monotone, gazing idly at the ceiling, as if she'd seen something floating up there. Like lights, perhaps. Quickly, though, she rubbed her eyes and shook her head, her long, curly red hair flying about as she did so. "Yes. Yes. Of course, yes, I understand. Of course. Absolutely. We should always trust. .Brad can we go back now please?" Dont be silly" he said gripping her hand tighter "you make such a fuss over things dont you!"Then as they approached, one of the girls recognised Brad and gave him a loud wolf whistle, her young friends falling into fits of appreciative giggles as they watched Janet's indignant glare. Tightening her grip on Brad she quickened her pace wanting to get past them as soon as possible. But as they drew level the same girl blatantly winked at Brad and said to him. She was probably in her fifties, taller than average and maybe a few pounds over weight. These observations were secondary as the most significant feature about her was her face. It was well shaped, without any apparent age lines and was highlighted by large eyes and incredibly fleshy red lips. But most of all it was her expression – not one of anger but, nevertheless, incredibly harsh with her eyes appearing to drill right through Jeff. When she spoke she had a fairly deep voice, the type. ' My face was beat red and I was almost in tears as I straddled the seat and inserted the large dildo into my pussy. He removed a collar with nipple clamps attached from the box and put it on me, he placed the nipple clamps on and immediately the sensation shot through my body. I started to rock on the seat, the dildo moving into my pussy. He sat on the bed still fully clothed and smirked as he watched me. I stared into his eyes cursing him in my mind for making me do this for him, I felt so.