The bathroom door was still ajar, so I quietly closed it with my foot. I hoped Brittany wouldn't say anything as I took one hand off her butt to lock ...t. She didn't. I locked it just in time too. Not two seconds later there was a knock."Sweetie? Are you in there?" It was my wife!Brittany opened her eyes wide and looked at me in the mirror with a surprised expression. "Uh, yeah, I'm in here Baby." I replied. "I'm using it." Well, we really need those towels." Uh, OK, I'll hand them to you." . Peter was upstairs and our other two house guests, Susan and John Jackson, a travelling salesman, were out. Susan at a bar with some of her nursing colleagues and Mr Jackson probably at some nearby strip joint. Mom and I had always thought him a little seedy but he stayed regularly, kept himself to himself, his room tidy and paid on time, so we figured whatever he did in his spare time was his concern.Mom and I were quietly talking about the events of the last few days and, I guess, trying to. She can feel the pulsing waves of orgasm unrelentingly crashing against the walls of her cunt. "I'm going to cum!" Ashley screams out. The slave keeps playing with her pussy and plug. "I'm fucking going to cum!" Ashley screams, with genuine panic. The slave takes her hand from her pussy and grabs Ashley's nipple. She tugs it, hard! Ashley yelps out in pain! Her orgasm delays for a few seconds and then builds right back up to the edge again. She screams loudly as she tries to fight it off. The. This is really where she messed up. If she had never tried on that dress in the house, I wouldn't have been even slightly suspicious. As it was, though...The dress was red, and sexy as hell. The straps were thick, but the top of the dress was really a kind of bra with skirt attached--there was no material at all from just above Kim's nipples, meaning that her neck, chest, and more than half of her perfect breasts were all on display. Furthermore, the dress was backless and the fabric came.