We hear the key card slip into the lock and the handle turn. He comes around the corner looking a bit nervous, but obviously excited to see us. He wal...s expectantly towards the couch but then falters a bit when we don’t move. I can see in his eyes he’s still not exactly sure what he’s gotten himself into or what the protocol is when invited by a couple up to their hotel room. I smile.“You’ve seen us. We’d like you to return the favor.” He smiles, happy to oblige. We both watch hungrily as he. ..seriously. He should share in this...don't you think?" Kyle asked, knowing full well his father would be enraged."Yeah, he got to share in this yesterday when he heard me talking dirty to you. Have you forgotten how he reacted to that?" She said."Come on, mom. It's not like he doesn't know what we're doing. Just a few shots." Kyle asked."Sweetie I..." She started."Please." He begged, cutting her off."I just don't know if..." She started again."Just a couple...please, mom." Kyle said, bringing. So she slipped on a pair of running shorts over her black g string, and then put on a black bikini top with white polka dots. Over this, to retain some modesty whilst she ran, she put on a white shirt, though she made sure that one could see her black bikini top through it. Tying her hair in a knot, she moved out of her small flat and began her run.Running without a sports bra is never comfortable, though she felt liberated. Her boobs were round and firm, and well placed on her chest. They. Mom gave us a credit card for books and stuff, and the card statement only says ‘Amazon’, but not which items I bought. So every once in a while I snuck in a whip or a pair of clamps or something.”“Huh, that’s pretty smart.”“Yes, I am!” And she smirks at me. Of course.With that mystery solved I am now even more motivated to put some clamps on my smirking sibling. To get us started, I put two large metal clamps with rubber tips on each of her small tits. The clamps are so large, they almost.