Damn I thought; she might as well have said take your hand off of my arse, which she probably was in an almost polite non-polite way! I lowered my han... and made my apology. She said something like not to worry, the baggy leggings probably did not help. I can’t recall the exact words, but I was relieved. I was busy concentrating on how good her thighs felt as she rolled from sole to tip toe. She spoke about doing a few more exercises in addition to what Jack had already given me and promptly. Both of us were getting horny. About ten minutes later we found the next winery on the map and had to stop and wait for my erection to go down before we went in. It didn't help the situation that when we pulled up to the winery she rubbed her fingers that she had in her pussy under my nose. I love to smell her wet pussy. We went inside hoping to be the only ones in there. However, there was another couple already at the bar tasting wine. They seemed to be having a good time talking with lady. We were both too embarrassed about it totalk, me especially. This was all too much and I immediately begansobbing. I was dressing up since I was about 12 and always prided myselfon being careful not to be found out. Now one of my worst fears had beenrealised. I dared not saying what I thought of my mother, disclosing thisto Jane, Sandra and God knows who else out of total fear."Shall we get going?" Sandra said to ease the tension in the air."Good idea." Jane said"Does he need any spare. As expected, he took the butt plug out and slightly opened me using the plug and his fingers. A great massage but not when my bladder is full. He put a mask on my face, leather collar on my neck, cuffed my hands behind and made me look at myself in the mirror. His phone rang. I don’t know who was on the other end, but I heard him giving whoever that was, a room number; somehow I thought it was his personal call. Returning from the window he looked at me and said, “This is how you are going to.