I saw her head turn towards Susie as she shouted out. “Oh my god” The girls stopped giggling and Susie’s head spun around from looking at the sh...ps in the high street to face mum “What?” “Noth... nothing… sweetheart… just that... I thought that for a moment that I might have left the grill on after cooking dad’s sausages” mum struggled to think of a reason “Shouldn’t we turn around and see mum?” “No… it’s ok… I remember I did…” “Sure?” “Yes honey… it’s ok” We lived in a small village about 10. I’m thinking we could visit some of the local art galleries or take in a concert on occasion.”“I remember you taking all of us out to concerts when I was a little girl,” Sonia said wistfully. “Talia used to complain endlessly about you socializing with the hired help, but we stopped after my mom passed away. Why was that, Master?”“Talia was actually the one who started me going, although she hated me taking your family along with us. Your mother was the one who encouraged it after I divorced. It was different in that the person using him was not the coach. It was Nicky. He didn't know if he should cry or cum. His cock, however, voted for the latter. What had happened with Nick was humiliating enough - even if he was hoping to do it again! But to know that the coach watched the whole thing - that the whole thing had been PLANNED, with Nick's connivance - and that it had been videotaped, was humiliating beyond words. And now he was being forced to watch it while the coach amused. As I looked nervously around a little, making sure I was alone, my ears pricked for any sounds of human activity, I placed my bag and the papers on top of it, encouraged and emboldened by the quietness and the sounds of birds chirping high on the branches, I lifted my thin cotton dress and slipped off my panties, and put them into the bag, and started walking down the driveway, it was Friday, thus tip day, and seeing my legs through my thin cotton dress, just as I did for sweets, worked wonders.