She'd been sexting me all weekend, sending me shots of that beautiful twat dripping with my husband's cum. Becky shook her head. “She's such a brat....��“I know,” I said. “Just spoiled.”“She is,” said Steve.I rolled over onto my hands and knees, feeling my husband's eyes on my ass. I did have to thank him. A wicked idea popped into my head as I nestled between Sam's thighs. My eighteen-year-old daughter stared down at me with such a wicked gleam in her green eyes.“Yes, yes, eat my pussy, Mom!” she. Happily wandering the streets, she stopped in a number of stores, all clearly catering to clientele of means. She tried on several dresses, several pairs of open-toed heels, and a number of bikinis, before purchasing several pairs of French silk stockings. After stopping for a break and a light lunch, she resumed her window shopping. Walking down a side street of small, elegant independents, she found herself in front of a shop specializing in high end sex toys, sex aids, erotica, and sexual. Right now, I need to keep my wits about me. I will finda way to escape.Leather Mistress' voice came over the little silver speaker in thecorner. She said, after she light her cigarette, "Resistance is futile.You are wondering what brought you here to this point. You brought to myattention about the missing 450 million dollars from the company.Darling, let me tell you something. There was never any missing money. Iplanted that seed to trap you."She continued to talk, as she took a drag off her. E I lifted my dress with one hand and slowly peeled my cotton panties off with the other. We both stood staring at each others Etwinkles. Betty looked all grown up with a mop of bright ginger pubic hair and the lips dangled between her legs. My twinkle was still quite bald with only a light covering of fluffy down. Without taking her eyes off me Betty lowered herself and squatted. With a slight grimace she began to pee onto the grass. I copied her and held my dress up around my waist so it.