The three returned and I put work away in order to give the demonstration -- and the associated personal agendas -- my attention. I made it clear with...a glance that Nana was in charge; Marisol would have been happy to oblige, but she apparently understood that there was more than met the eye here, too. Nana had the AI deform the chair to the position Graciela had used earlier and arranged a suddenly nervous Estrella upon it, then fitted the sleeve of the narrow attachment onto the vibrator.. I knew.. KNEW I was going to stand out regardless. Bimbo blonde hair..Shiny metallic gold trenchcoat.. Whore-perfect makeup in shades of pink and purple with dark mascara..Rosy cheeks..Glossy pink lips..Alan said he wanted me to look like a whore when I showed up, and to be dressed in the outfit he had ordered and mailed to my post office box earlier in the week. I looked every bit as feminine as a real girl would, thanks to my makeup practice over the years, but this ridiculous outfit called. In the corner of her eye she saw her mom beside the bed. Then with a deft movement, Zoe’s mom was straddling her head, she lowered her body down towards Zoe’s face. Her mom’s tiny G string had fully disappeared between her glistening pussy lips. Her mom’s suspender tights framing her pubic area, Zoe seeing no sign of any pubic hair, through her see through G string, Zoe saw her mom’s fingers pull the tiny strip of material out from her pussy, just as she lowered herself onto Zoe’s mouth. Zoe. He slides his length into her with a steady, almost aggressive movement. She moans and bights his shoulder where she had managed to get his coat collar open enough to find bare skin. “Weren’t you wearing panties?”She lets his shoulder go and giggles before answering him. Eyes locked intently. “I left them in the car as a gift”. She pants heavily. Whimpers, and suffers an orgasm. It doesn’t squirt. It floods their crotches. They both become sticky. She hasn’t had enough to drink so her fluids.