After a short while, and more kissing and touching, they made their way back downstairs and into Amelia’s living room. The Head Mistress was wearing...a dressing gown and Amber Fox had replaced the clothing that she had arrived in. Her school uniform had been stuffed back into her bag and she had brought her handbag from the bedroom too. Miss Marks made tea for both of them and they sat on the sofa chatting about Miss Fox’s punishment and what had happened afterwards. They were both glad that. A few blocks past the Mirage, I spotted a pay phone, shrouded slightly from the garish glow of the Strip. I had left my purse and everything else in the hotel room when I left, so my call to Alex would have to be a collect one.Picking up the receiver, I scanned around me nervously again, the mixture of faces a blur as they moved past me, cars honking along the busy street as I cupped the mouth piece and dialed the operator. I waited patiently, shifting my weight from one foot to the other as I. I must have looked pathetic. She came to me and hugged me tight. I put my arms around her and squeezed her feminine body to mine. It felt soft and good. She let go a bit but I did not. I was holding her at the back firmly and beginning to move my hand, feeling the nice contours of her waist and back. It made me feel much better."Please don't go yet" I begged her, "It's been so nice of you to come."I put my face against the side of hers and felt the softness of her hair, there was a nice smell.. She didn’t have any doubts that her son and daughter would like what she had done. She knew enough about them now to know they enjoyed everything, that both had such intensely erotic personalities.She heard the squeal of her daughter, and stood up.“Mother!” Sally cried. “What have you done to the bathroom!”Marla stood at the door of the bathroom, grinning at Sally. Sally was halfway inside, staring down. Her feet were apart, and Marla could see the reflection of her daughter’s sweet cunt and.