I kept whispering to her so I could say close and keep my hand on her thigh. I even caught myself look down her blouse at her breasts. I told her that...she smelled great. She reached down and put her hand on my mine on her thigh. I thought she might move my hand but she didn’t. She leaned in close and told me that I smelled good too. My pussy was really getting wet but I didn’t make do any more with her. We arrived back at the house and I got everyone another Margarita. I pulled Sam aside and. " Well, I doubt that, but if you think so, I'm happy," Frank chuckled.A little later, Frank whispered in his new wife's ear, "Shall we go see to our guests, so we can get that behind us." Then get to the important stuff," Margaret teased."Exactly," Frank laughed, grabbing her hand and starting for the door.Margaret took Tina's hand as they went by."But ... but what will people think?" Tina whispered as the three walked arm-in-arm down the hall together, the rest following behind."The Matthews. .And after the natural scolding that followed my mother's embarrassmentI was sent to bed without supper.Once in bed, I was feeling mortified about what kind of a freak I was,but the more I thought about it the more that sensation rushed though my body and Squishy started popping out again thinking at how lightly, my mom's friend had taken the situation.and then the more I thought about how gorgeous her body was, the less squishy, "Squishy" got.And that was the first time that I actually. ..take a good luck, Lesley. It's some b**st when it wants tae be. And the thought of you working on it....has made it very angry....haha......now.....let me see ya piss ya knickers, ya wee slut....tek ya time....let it out...gradually, like"She stood there looking at him, as he looked at her crotch....waiting...waiting for the ultimate humiliation he had made her suffer so far. He wasn't particularly into this sort of thing, it was only a part of his role as her 'master'. A term he had yet to.