Before we ended, I asked her something off topic.“Ma’am, why aren’t managers given the freedom to wear something extra?” She looked at me puz...led. “Well, they are managers over a number of people, yet they wear just as little as the rest of us. For you, ma’am, wearing some form of exposing bra separates you from the rest and I don’t mean to minimize your position but there are so few women in management roles here. It seems the managers would benefit from the distinction, too.”A couple. She mmmight," I croaked, trying to control the growing climax that Stacey was ever so skillfully building inside of me.Stacey suddenly stopped and looked over her shoulder and said, "Maybe she wants a lap dance also. What do you think, Glen? You up for seeing your mom get a lap dance tonight?" she teased with a smile.My heart raced in my chest as I hesitantly nodded.Stacey got up and very sexily strutted over to my mother. Standing in front of her, she bent at the waist and planted a hard kiss. . I think you are ready now.Me: ready?..yeah sure..( I removed my clothes. I become completely nude)G: ok you know right where to do?Me : yeah akka. I know it. But you not gonna remove your petticoat?G: Is it necessary? Can’t you do it without removing it? I have put it back when its done.Me: no way. You have seen my private part and I want to see your private part too.G: Hahahahaha :D…ok ok. Let me take it off.Me: no wait wait..I will take it out.I hurrily grabbed her petticoat and pulled that. Before her wails had died down, David had slipped out from under her and draped her over the chair. Then kneeling on the floor behind her, he drove into her virgin asshole in one push. There was plenty of lube flowing from her pussy, but her ass was very sore and her rosebud, itself, was dry and still very tight from the contractions of her orgasm. The additional pain triggered a second orgasm and then the realization that she was being fucked... in the ass... in public... on stage... triggered.