I could feel her soft skin beneath my fingers as I started squeezing them gently. Candy seemed to enjoy the attention, because a large smile was plast...red across her face. Seeing this, I realized she would probably agree to an escalation. Can I see them&hellip, You know, all of them? I asked. The smile vanished from my friends face. Still, she nodded after just a few seconds of deliberation. Reaching up, she unclasped the garmentshe was wearing one of those front-clasped brasand, after taking a. I gently pushed her forward over the sink, unzipped my fly and pulled out by cock.I looked over to Peter for his approval to proceed. He nodded slightly and I turned back to Mom and slowly pushed my cock head into her pussy. Her knees bent as I entered her but I grabbed her hips and lifted her back up. I then proceed to fuck her slowly and firmly. Mom was really too petite to be fucked over the sink, with each thrust her feet nearly lifted from the floor. This however made my penetration deeper. I went down stairs to wait for Jim, and mom. Fuck, I have to remember to call him Master Jim.20 minutes later they walked through the door. They look very, unhappy.“Mom what’s wrong.”“I’m so sorry Marcy. The bidding is over, and, and the Russian won.”I just stood there looking at mom. I was in shock. The guy who wants to torture me, do lots of painful stuff to me, won! With out knowing it, I started to play with my self.Mom then said; “Marcy what are you doing?”I looked down, I had two fingers. She managed to catch her breath and tried to act normal, although she just didn’t have it in her to bitch at the waitress for being too slow like she usually did. She even caught herself leaving a much larger tip than usual. She must be shaken up.The TattooJoAnne slipped into her desk – the walk back had been weird. She’d been so damn conscious of not wearing any underwear, and she normally never thought about ... that. And she felt almost feverishly warm, with everybody bumping into her. She.