She sometimes thought he'd always been exactly so; never young, but born old and endless as if he were a constant part of the world. Mozart frightened...her that way and she forced herself to smile.She was dressed as she'd been for dinner, wearing a simple white blouse with a black skirt and unbuttoned blazer. She wore black stockings and panties, but no bra. A pair of leather heels that clicked briefly across the marble floor until it gave way to one of the large Persian carpets that covered. Traci put out a hand and stopped him. He gave her a nasty look.“Boys, we’re not having a gangbang – not now and not tonight. Everyone will eventually get their turn, but not all at once.”The guy looked disgusted and walked away as I stood back up. Bob looked at me, nodded and handed some cash to Traci.“She’s getting better, but she’s got a ways to go still.”“Give her a little time. She’s still new at this.”“Bring me back the receipts.”“Of course, Bob.”Traci put the cash in her purse, kissed me,. He had her lay face down ass up across the whipping table so that her tits hung off the front edge and her legs were barely touching the ground. He strapped her arms to the front legs of the table without and complaint from her, she was too eager to get this once in a lifetime photo opportunity.Her long red hair cascaded down around her beautiful face towards the floor as he put 7 inch white stilletoes on her feet and then strapped her legs down to the back legs of the table. He stepped back. I really miss that. I miss mom.” I’m looking at Ava’s face, a tear is running down her cheek. “Oh, darling.” I’m hugging her tightly with both my arms, crossing them beneath her breasts. She’s leaning back onto me and I’m gently pressing the side of my head against hers. “I do miss her too. Her passing has been so recent. I still can’t believe she’s not with us anymore,” I’m saying as I’m fighting back tears. We stay like this for some time. “You know dad, spending time as nudist with mom are.