"We've known each other for the best part of five years but only seriously for three." Is it cooling?" Gosh! No way! If anything I love him more than ...ver. Why on earth do you ask?" It's just that you're both so undemonstrative. Sure I've seen the looks that pass between you and you kiss him hello and goodbye and that sort of thing but there seem precious few other demonstrations of affection."Annette was silent and looked down."Oh, oh," thought Eileen. "I've put my foot in it." She remained. I did not know what she meant by this and did i dare to question my Mistress. Mistress laid out on her bed for me to wear. Laid out on the bed is a skimpy, black maid outfit, a blond wig, wrist and ankle cuffs, a castity, and a medium-sized buttplug with metal panels on the sides and wires attached to the base. "Put it all on, my slut, Im taking you shopping and you're going to be a good little slave and help me with my shopping. Hide the wires for the buttplug under the outfit, there should be. On. We were all going at it pretty hot and heavy, lots of panting and gasping, when all of a sudden there was the not too subtle sound of a police nightstick banging on the driver's window and the piercing beam of his flashlight. I almost peed from the shock.The cop made a winding gesture, telling Chad to roll down his window. He ran the beam over front and back seats, then stuck his head in Chad's window. He stared at the blouse I was chastely holding in front of my bare tits."Are you girls. "This has gone on long enough," she said, in a voice stern but softened by a slight quaver. "You have to... Oh, my God, Keith, look at you!" He followed her eyes to his crotch, where his cock had stiffened and grown, tenting out several inches and straining the combined forces of his briefs and PJ bottoms. The full magnitude of what was happening seemed to hit him then, but it didn't pull him back, it only made him bolder. Without a word, he advanced on his mother, brushing aside her defenses..