She reached into the robe’s pocket, pulled out a small vibrator and placed it next to her planned place of repose. She loosened the sash and allowed...the robe to slip, slowly, off of her pale shoulders, past the curve of her hips and onto the floor as if I wasn’t there. Beneath the robe, she was clad (only) in a blood red low cut lacy bra, garter belt and dark seamed nylons. This was a Goddess who was paying me no heed. She sat down and began her session. Beginning with the curve of her breasts,. Main bhi hasney laga aur mom ki shakal dekh kar mujhey mom pe pyaar aa gaya aur mainey mom ko zor se hug kia, my god main bhool hi gaya tha ki mom neechey se nangi hain aur mera lund ek dam tana hua hai, jaisey hi mainey mom ko hug kia, mera tamboo mom ki choot pe ja takraya aur tango ke beech main ghuss gaya tha, aur mom ke mast boobs mere seeney se dab gaye. Mom ko na jaaney kaisa feel ho raha tha lekin mera to jaisey maal hi nikalney wala tha. Jo bhi ho , mere lund ko choot pe mehsoos kartey. I was also upset. Upset at myself and the situation. This was all my fault. I went over to the mini bar and drank two bottles when I heard a knock on the door. I thought it was room service but when I opened it, there was my boss, Alan McCarthy. It was strange to see him in any other attire besides business. He wore a red t-shirt with swim trunks and sandals. His shirt was a little too tight for his upper body with how I was able to see his muscular physique through it. I know Alan participates. The cock ring was slightly too small, putting pressure on him where he was sure to feel it. She brought the crop across his ass once and watched him tense. Smiling in satisfaction at the red line that came up.She smacked his ass again, and again. Finding satisfaction in the redness of his ass. She put the crop down and used her hand, happily noting the different shades of red that her hand made his ass. Smiling she picked the crop back up.She stopped in front of him and stared at him,.