She tried to listen to the music but she still wasn’t entertained. She had plenty of room to lay down on the seat of the truck, as long as her knees...were folded up. She lay on her back and counted the bumps they went over in the road. After a half an hour she sat up. She’d gotten an idea of how to entertain herself. She switched off the music and tied up her hair into a messy bun. ‘How good of a driver are you?’ she asked Ronnie. ‘I’m a great driver.’ he answered with a questioning tone in his. Joe: This is pretty intense, Mistress.Becky: You?re always wanted a real Mistress, haven?t you? Be happy I left you copies, though getting to them will require permission. Well, now you have a Mistress who owns you, cock, balls and ass. Now, I?m going to clean up your screen some, but first I?ll be logging in as you. Please be patient, I will need to put in your ridiculous, slutty password.The screen blanked, and then she came back on. I watched her type in,. My mom slowly went to the door and slightly opened it, just enough space for her head. Her entire body was behind the door and I was standing behind her. From Dad’s point of view, he could only see my mom’s face. They were discussing something related to my dad’s work and he needed it before he left the house.As I was standing right behind my mom, I was getting an amazing view of her ass and her pink pussy. In this tense situation, I started to get a hard-on. I just didn’t care about anything.. She was about 22 yrs and I was 25. She was dark complexioned but witty. She had a beautiful figure and had the personality that attracted every guys. The guys were moving in and around her. I never gave a look to her, But only assisted her in the daily job. I and she used the same computer. She would leave daily unnamed messages in the new word file as if she has left a letter in half. I marked the same for few days. But have never courage to ask her about the same. One day I gathered some.