We followed the path for a few minutes before she veered off into the forest with me following on behind. We followed a track that led deep into the f...rest but even here we passed the occasional rambler so we went deeper into the woods until we found a small clearing that had plenty of cover that made it difficult to see from the track. I was about to suggest going further into trees when Mrs O turned to face me and unbuttoned her coat letting it fall off of her shoulders and onto the floor.. .." We'll discuss it this evening," I cut her off. "This isn't a topic for telephone conversation. I only mentioned it so you could have a headcount when arranging supplies." Yes, Ollie." That had to be painful. Just cutting her off like that was exercising authority I seldom even thought about attempting."Nothing is decided. We'll discuss it when I get home. Worry about menu planning -- dinner tomorrow night could be our last unhurried meal for a while." I closed out the call with the usual. This awkwardness was killing me. Then my buttplug vibrated hard and I couldn't hold in the moan. My mom looked shocked and asked why I moaned, I was silent. It vibrated again by not hard and my mom heard it, turned me around, bent me over and lifted up my dress to see the buttplug. She laughed. Still holding onto me she walked me to her bedroom and told me to get on the bed.What my mom did next I had only dreamed of. She unzippled her dress, and pulled it off. She walked over to her nightstand. "It's all been taken care of. My agent is probably just waiting for the most opportune time. When he's dead, their collars will change, believe me. Dealing with slaves as much as I do I made it a point to familiarize myself with these new devices. I don't like them myself but still it's what some of my customers want and if they're willing to pay, then that's what they get. I've seen it happen: When the master dies the collar will change to a light gray and they will be available to transfer.