My eyes wander around the room until I find Mom sitting in a chair with her head in her hands. She is no longer naked, she has gotten dressed … or m...ybe she was dressed all along.She hears the rustle of the sheets as I start to get up. She lifts her head and says firmly, “Sit down, Timmy; we have to talk.” I’m silent because I’m wondering if I did something wrong during the night to upset her. She looks at me for a few moments before she starts out, “Timmy, what happened last night between us. Colby? My name is Patricia, I’m calling from Mr. Masters place of business. We request your presence immediately; today you will move in so collect your things; be thorough, but swift as I should think you’ll want to make a good impression. I will pick you up on the corner of fourth and Madison; meet me in twenty minutes.” Then the phone went quiet. Nearly jumping Colby grabbed his things from the dryer even though they were still wet, and ran back to his hotel. Only 2 blocks between the hotel. " "What look, Skye?" That look. And don't touch my bum, thank you very much."Ignoring her, he immediately disobeyed and poked her ass.Rolling her eyes and glaring at him, she said, "What did I just say, mister?"He pretended to forget and said, "Sorry, I forgot that it was a no-no," he then chuckled, "No touching of my babe's cute, little bum."He then grabbed her luscious 32D breasts, pinching and squeezing her nipples. She soon slapped his hands and he immediately moved them away."Preston Drake. He knew she hated to wait for anything, and he certainly didn’t want to wait either, but it was necessary. He moved up to her shirt, lifting it up to reveal his favorite lacy red bra, and a surprise, her nipple clamps were clamped on the side of her bra, like she just clipped them there for later. She smiled at him, laughing a little at his stunned expression. He reached behind her and unclasped the bra before taking the nipple clamps off and laying them between her boobs, watching her chest.