Mum was in an agony of indecision. If I take my top off, she finally offered, can we go to a bar, otherwise I'm going to wet myself. Oh, all right t...en, I said with mock reluctance. But no wine, I cautioned. So she whipped off her top, handed it to me, and pulled me firmly along to the nearest bar. Her boobs seem to relish their new found freedom, bouncing with abandon, as mum hurried along. With the cloudy weather, the bar was crowded with people who would otherwise have been on the. They rang off and over the next few hours she watched tv, Mike having put his stuff away, joined her, and through two programs little was said. She made coffee, and they watched the news together, then she asked him about his course and if he was his missing his mum and dad yet. He grinned and said “he missed his mums body, but hers would do as a stand in, if she wished to share it at any time…” somewhat shocked, she said a fit lad like him would not be wanting an old bird like me and not to be. It was indeed in a very secluded area, which did little for her peace of mind. She completed the task of binding herself, a whimper escaping the gag as the last cuff ratcheted closed around her slender wrist. She could do nothing now but wait. And wait she did. Seemingly forever! She had assumed MissSara was in the car, but now began to wonder. A few cars passed by but as far as she could tell, no one noticed the tied up schoolgirl whore waiting to be taken. Time passed like maple syrup. Her hand feels so good- I had never felt her like this. Then all of a sudden with no time to stop I start cumming all over her hand. As soon as she feels it she pulls her hand out of my pants and looks at me with utter distain. She wipes her hand on my pants and starts yelling her disappointment, telling me I have not gotten any better and tonight was the worst of all. I had ruined what was a great evening and she was not going to live with this anymore. She gives me an ultimatum- she is going.