My Mom was on the phone. She was dressed in a dark blue, power suit that showed off her lush figure without being trashy, grey hose and high heels. He... face was perfectly made-up and her hair gleamed with golden highlights. She looked a million dollars. She finished her call and said that she would order pizzas as it was late. Then came the moment I dreaded. She asked me to sit down so we could have a talk.I was quaking inside and suddenly needed to go to the bathroom urgently. I did and stayed. If any energy had remained, she would never find it now. All she saw was herself, a pretty dog collar around her neck, curled up at her Mistress' feet."Let's return to Thanksgiving," Laura said. "Do you know why I couldn't sense you, slave?"Something in Heather's mind pleaded with her to claim she did not know, but it sounded like a voice yelling from across a crowded, noisy room. "My ... my mother..." Heather breathed."Hmm. As I suspected."That Mistress already knew the answer did not. But it was no use: It did in fact turn her on. And as the masked burglar licked her pussy, her excitement grew, and the love juice flowed from her hungry slit.Sonja threw her head back, panting rhythmically and grabbing at the sheets with both hands. The burglar lifted his head, revealing a wet patch around the mouth of his ski mask. Slowly he inserted one of his gloved fingers into Sonja's pussy and started sliding it back and forth, in and out of her juicy slit."Unnnh!" She moaned loudly as. " She continued, "You may be right. I may really let loose until we leave town...if it's okay with you." I told her I'd let her know if it was a problem. Friday night came and Nikki went to work at 4:00. She wore her normal work clothes but took something to change into for the party afterwards. A button down blouse and some Daisy Dukes. She modeled the outfit for me before she left. All she did was tie a knot in the bottom of the blouse, not using any of the buttons. It was obscene how much of.