Billy was with her, sitting at her side, his knees crossed. He was wearing only his jockey shorts again, at her request. She had not told him why, but...he didn't care. Whatever his mother wanted him to do, he was more than willing. Donna was very pleased with her son. He had, in this one day, brought some of her best fantasies alive, gave her tremendous pleasure. She knew there was nothing she could say or do with him that he would refuse.It had been a long day, yet seemed to have passed in only. ’ She looked with pleading eyes at Jean-Marie, but he only nodded at the chair. Reluctantly she sat down and the man opened his case, pulling out a cover and wrapping it carefully around her neck. ‘Oh gods, there’s going to be blood!’ she thought and felt her stomach tighten. Her attention got drawn by him unfolding the rest of his case and she feared she’d see needles and anything painful she could imagine, then noticed scissors, combs and brushes, hair products. ‘You’re a hair stylist.’ she. . I began wondering who was I channeling... Vern, taking charge? I sort of felt like that... and when I got my attention back on him, I realized I was touching my pussy over my panties, and sighing a little, watching him, watching me.I was still conflicted... I walked over to him, dropped to my knees, but I stopped myself. I think he expected me to suck him, but I whispered, "Keep going..." and I watched him masturbating up close, front row seat, this sweet boy. I let my hair hang down,. She stood and the feeling of the plug in her was very very uncomfortable. She straightened her skirt, what little there was of it, and opened the stall door. She washed her hands and fixed her make-up as best she could since she had not been permitted to bring her purse with her and walked back to the table carrying the tube of lubricant. Each step reminded her that her ass was filled with what felt like a 2 x 4."You were gone a long time. Have any problems filling that virgin ass hole Mrs..