Naturally, she picked this up and took a look at it. It had seven buttons on it arranged vertically along the right side, each with words next to it ...o the left. The buttons were labeled, from top to bottom, "Extreme - Use Caution," "High," "Medium," "Low - Penetration," "External Stimulation Only," "Lock in Place," and "Unlock."That sounded a little scary. Whatever the chair was meant to do, she didn't want to have any part of it. She hurriedly replaced the remote control, then closed and. Ashley, the tall woman with the auburn hair walked up and instructed me to go sit in the chair near the dressing room. I was told not to move until instructed. I got a very uneasy feeling as I sat there with the girls talking, laughing, and occasionally looking over in my direction. At 10:30 precisely Ashley walked up to me and asked if I had something to say."Hi, my name is Tim and Suzanne sent me." I responded."Well, you got part of it right." Ashley replied. "I think if you read the. I’m standing a meter from my naked son, in only a lacy bra, with panties and a pair of sky blue slacks. Oh yeah, he had a hardon with a hand on it, just keeping it hard enough so we could talk.“Here is what’s going to happen, Richard. Get your hand moving, and I will remove my bra and you can come on my breasts all you want. After that, we clean up, and never talk about it again, is that clear?”He didn’t answer, but did ramp up the speed and I climbed on his bed, sitting on his legs and leaned. “Fuck my wet pussy! Fill it with your cock!” she whined.“Zach?! MOM?!” we heard the shrill voice scream. We looked at the front door and saw Ashley, wearing her waitress outfit. She was supposed to have the morning shift, but apparently she came home early. She was staring at us with her mouth hanging open and tears rolling down her cheeks. Dropping her purse, she ran up to her room and slammed the door shut with a house-shaking crash. “Ashley, wait!” I said as I grabbed my pants and pulled.