"Come on, let's go and get some clothes from your house," she cried and her mother looked up the stairs at her excitable teenage daughter."Look Olivia... I think we need to..." Her voice trailed off as her phone vibrated as she answered it immediately."Yes Troy. I'm coming. Five minutes. Yeah, sorry. OK. No, it won't. OK. Of course I'm not. Yes, I know the rules. OK bye." She looked back up the stairs and shook her head, closing the door behind her as she left."What was all that about?" Mum. She. They were the noises she always made, when she was in there, “busy” with herself. I licked my lips. Let’s see how she’s going to wiggle out of this one, the little slut, I thought, and gripped the door handle tight. With a quick, decisive push, I threw her door open wide, loudly entering her room. “Hey sis!” I called, sending her reeling in her chair. I had to admire her, she was sneaky. With one smooth motion she flung something underneath her bed and sat a little contorted in her chair, as if. I realized I hadn't thought about my husband or son in quite a while. Here I was, a married woman strutting myself in front of all these strangers. The thought gave me a tingle in my groin. My thoughts were interrupted by one of the mechanics.He commented, "Ma'am, I wanted to say how great it is to have such a beautiful woman come and eat with us."His shy manner and corny line touched my heart, or was it somewhere further south. I thanked him and suggested he call me Tiffany. We continue to. She let him put it in and take it out several times. Then he left it in and started to play with her hard nipples which stuck out nicely from the top of the corset he instructed her to wear. She sat up presenting her chest for him, 'Yes Master, whatever you want of me.' Her nipples were tweaked and twisted in the dark silence. She flushed and tingled all over. She couldn't believe how excited she was getting again.Next she was rolled back onto her chest with her ass in the air and a hand.