She threw in a few belly dancing moves, which was her own private joke. She’d studied up on the art form, and while the western world seemed to mist...ke it for pornography, Monica had discovered it was something women could call their own. It was empowering, and even though she didn’t need that, it was kind of a fuck you to stick an ancient art form that was created for women, by women in her routine. Besides, there was something about her belly roll, especially when she reversed it, that really. .” I paused realising I was about to ask a question no boy should ask his mom.“Doesn’t seem to be any what?” mom asked, she smiled waiting for the end of my question.I had started and there was no way to back out now. I tried to sound as relaxed as I could, as nonchalant as possible, so her answer wouldn’t seem important to me. “There doesn’t seem to be any panties belonging to you in this pile”. I immediately turned away, partly to hide my embarrassment but also to make it seem like I didn’t. “Doesn’t matter Brian, not really. She’ll come, if only to protect her little girl, and her husband, and her reputation. If they both come, well you know. But if I was betting then I’d bet she brings the girl.”“Either way, I’ve got everything set up Kurt, eight cameras, all set to go. I’ve tested the live feed, its all good. We’ve sold a huge amount of passes, all on the back of this afternoons performance.”“Good man. The boys will be ready, get them to pop a couple of Viagra about twelve, we. He broke the news to his sweetheart the best he could but she told him it would be fine. She had heard enough stories about this man and it bothered her the way her husband was treated.It was a Friday evening when the self-invited guest showed up, bearing no flowers or wine or anything that would reveal any manners at all. He was welcomed, or at least he got that impression, by the slender woman with long dark hair and a magnificent bosom with much cleavage on display in the lowcut blouse that.