She said she was feeling something too from the vibrations.So then she invited me in, said she would make me lunch. It was the least she could do. So ... went inside.She went upstairs to her bedroom for something and then she called me upstairs. This is how I found her:Dude when I tell you she looked so nervous and apprehensive...I couldn't help but grin.In a matter of seconds, that robe was off and my cock slid right up that pussy like she was waiting all day for it.Ah fuck, man, your mom's. She was sweating now, and occasionally a shiver racked her body. "Tell me the truth, last chance, or else I'm gonna get dressed and go downstairs to have a beer. I'll leave your sorry ass tied to that chair and maybe when housekeeping comes in they'll untie you. What's it gonna be?" Oh God...okay...I wanted you to go talk to the guys for awhile last night while we were at the dance, and you'd leave me with all the wives. Then I thought I'd be able to slip away to one of the hospitality suites. The search here was simple as bedrooms are pretty uncomplicated. No luck, so I went back into the living room and checked out each piece of furniture carefully. This was starting to look like one of those times where I was going to come away empty handed. It happens about every second time!I was feeling pretty woozy by the time that I found the small crate in an unpretentious antique chest. I took my time and prised it open, leaving no marks on the way. Each nail was a struggle to remove but at. "Betty," I said keeping my voice neutral "Were you the nurse who called the police the other night?" Yes," she said, "When your poor husband told us that your black friend was the one who beat him up, I had to do something." Maybe when this is all over with we can talk," she said.I knew exactly how it would go. I'd be expected to kiss her ass, while she said, "I told you so."I of course saw another scenario; mine involved me kicking her ass for contributing to all of this."Well Betty," I said.