As they swapped tongues, I saw Lucy placing her hand onto mom’s breast. She toyed with her nipples pulling and pinching at them lightly. Lucy remove... her hand from mom’s breast her nipple was rock hard and huge as it stuck out from her tit. I reached up and touched it. Mom turned to me and I saw her eyes go from yellow green to red.“You may look Samuel but you must never touch mommy for I belong only to my brother as Lucy belongs to you,” Mom said.“Why is that?” I asked not understanding.“You. .. It hurts, but ... but ... It feels ... It makes me ... I...”“You love it,” I purred, clamping another clothespin on her tit. They swayed. There were dozens of them per breast. “Don’t you? You’re just a naughty slave that loves the pain.”Mrs. Armstrong whimpered and nodded her head.“Do you see, Daddy?” Stefani said, her hand grabbing another clothespin. She pinched this one on her mother’s stomach between lengths of red rope crisscrossing her torso. “Mommy’s just a submissive whore.”“She is,”. During band breaks Mark and I compared notes on the women we were dancing with and their behavior and bemoaned the fact that there were several that we would have liked to separate from the herd, but that they were all married and here with their husbands. One in particular had us drooling. Marcy was the wife of our general manager and she was pissed at her drunken husband and she was showing her anger by flirting with Mark and me. When we danced with her she would press her ample breasts into. He relaxed his body across the seat, and raised his leg across the center console of the car. His pants were now down around his thighs an his hips were raised a little due to his leg being across the armrest. His cock was in full view, nothing hiding it, as my hand continued to stroke it. It was so close to me now. Before I was reaching across a seat, it barely even felt real, but now, it was right in front of me, closer to me than I was comfortable with. Close enough that if I made him.