I'm not sure if she was baiting me or was just not simply aware of the fact that she was exposed but she caught me staring."Hunny, can you pass me the...salt?" instead of closing her legs, she spread them even further apart. She was obviously teasing me and loved how I was not ashamed of looking. My cock was fully erect and started to hurt, wanting to get out of the boxers."Yes ofcourse" I replied in a low voice as I stood up slightly to grab the salt bottle, letting my mom see my situation down. I talked a little more about smoking until I could faintly see Ian's eyes start to glisten over and the slight spark of comprehension slip off of his face. Oh man, he was gone. Hehehe. Damn, so was I.Alright, as any smoker can attest, there are many grades of weed, and each different grade produces a different feeling. Some people describe it as being more or less high, but I think that the different types produce a different feeling or mindset, and this shit was crazy. It seriously made me. He starts to kiss her stomach, moving lower down bit by bit. Again she looks in my direction, still nervous. I wonder if she is having seconds thoughts. I then see her eyes widen. I look down and Craig has his fingers in her knickers. She is soon fully naked on the bed, his hand rubbing between her legs.He stands up and starts to take off his clothes quickly. Emma remains on the bed, her pale body very still. He moves closer to her again, his mouth now moving to her pussy. I look at her face as. It made Willow even more naked. A desire, long dormant, stirred in Page. Willow was making progress in other areas as well. Her face had cleared up somewhat due to proper skin care. She had begun to lose some of the "hide me" weight and there was even some sign of muscle tone in her legs and arms. Page was more and more convinced she was going to be a beauty. However it was going to take more than beauty to make Willow into a pleasure slave for Lord Blackmon."Slave, this is a tradition of Lord.