I take the opportunity to move three of my middle fingers into your slit. You groan and say, “Mommy, he has my pussy full. I can feel him wiggling h...s fingers inside me. I’ve never felt anything like that”. You begin trying to push back in my fingers so your pussy gets stimulated more. “Relax little flower,” I say. Don’t fight it. Just let me continue my testing.” I begin to move my three fingers in and out steadily. “Mrs. Flowers, would you please hold the basin under your daughter and near. "Remember this?" and sent an image from his memory, of the two of them riding a carousel when he was seven or eight years old. They had taken a day trip to a carnival and had a fantastic day, the three of them.He smiled as his mother gasped, her eyes suspiciously shiny, and she covered her mouth. "That was lovely, James. I can't believe you recall that! Zoe, darling, James sent me a lovely image. He was eight. His father and I took him to a carnival and we had a lovely time. He sent me a. .. a nice... thick... cock... fucking... my... pussy." She said and her whole body went red."There you are Alice, did you turn into salt? Have you become paralysed?" I asked her."No mistress. But my Mom told me never to swear like that!" She said."She might have, but you're here now and the rules have changed! Haven't you realised that?" I said to her."Yes, mistress, but it's hard." She bashfully admitted."No that's now your job to get 'something' hard!" I said smiling and noticed a small smile. The morning was brutal with my imagination running wild as it did all weekend anticipating what would or could happen. Many scenarios flashed in and out of my mind as if I was trying to write a letter and decided to scrap it. One of which was her inviting me over where privacy was a given and alone time could be had.I didn't want to text her too early to mask my anxiety nor too late in fear of implying a lack of interest. I decided lunchtime would be perfect as I'd finish work at six anyway,.