Paula told me that my wife had gone to the ladies’ room. An entertainer’s voice announced the next show: now we would meet “Annie, the killer le...s’ blondie”. Paula giggled as we heard the introduction.My jaws then dropped, as I saw the “killer legs’ blondie” was my wife.Ana was there on stage, wearing now a short tartan skirt, a white blouse and white stockings, standing on sexy high heels. She looked like a perfect naughty college girl. I could not believe my eyes…Anita looked in my direction. “You were one of the King’s Generals. Now you serve her so loyally? I was certain, as she was, that you were the one assisting Belind. But no, you serve her with loyalty unmatched and she has, I think, taken a shine to you, why is this?”Atrin rested his chin on his hand, adopting a pose so relaxed it baffled her how he managed it in full plate, “Because, unlike many of her subjects, I do not fear her wrath first.”“How? If anyone betrays or disappoints her they fear becoming a cloud of pink. " To prove my point I took a large bite.Cleo headed upstairs and pulled down the case with her clothes. She dragged it down the stairs with a thump-thump-thump. I couldn't help but laugh."Is it THAT heavy?"Cleo just sent me a look that said 'you don't wanna know' and continued out the door."Be sure the ass end of the car isn't dragging when you pull out!" I said joking to her when she came back in.She sat down at the island and picked up her drink, water. She'd said now that the fun was over. "Jesus, Mom!" Does that feel good, Mike? Do you like the way mommy jacks your cock? It's bad for you to play with yourself, you know. I'll make a deal with you. If you don't beat your meat anymore, mommy will come in here and take care of this big beautiful boner every single fucking night!"Mike's eyes were as wide as saucers, shocked and excited by the obscene words streaming from his mother's lips. Eagerly her watched her D-cup tits jiggling under the gown, seeing the stiff bumps of her fat.