Enjoying the show?" she said.Her sudden remark startled me. "No...I mean yes...I mean no," I mumbled. "Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt," I said rega...ning some of my composure. "My daughter left her sweater behind."Nicky stood up and faced me. Grinning she said, "Oh ok. Is it that one?" She pointed towards a bench where the sweater was neatly sitting."Yes that's it. I will get it and leave you to finish your workout in peace."She replied, "Stay if you like. I enjoy an audience." She giggled. Her skin-tight leggings had fastenings down both sides, Clarissa’s torch lit it all up as she unzipped down each leg, waist to heel, black spandex dropping away from taut thighs and firm round bottom. “Use the torch. Go on, be creative.” Filthy bastard… He was adoring this. What could she do but comply? Besides, since he had her in this bind, was she going to look a total amateur? She splashed back onto her knees, gripping her rubber cock-substitute. Clementine’s back was arched and her legs. If I let you see me ..." Mum was nodding already and before I could finish she said, "Yes, of course. Let's both get undressed." As I stood up, mum grabbed me and stood herself. She lifted my shirt off and stroked my chest. I undid her dress and allowed it to drop to the floor. "You have lovely smooth skin," She told me as I ran my hands over her bare shoulders. "So do you," I replied.As I undid her bra, mum removed my trousers and we both stood in just our underwear. I stepped back to admire. But I started waching what you where and I found myself turned on by it. Honestly she said I could not wait for you to have the balls to tell me about your disgusting little fetish. I did not know what to say what you say to that. Then she hit me with a hammer why do you think I hired Steve in shipping. I was awash with emotion and struggled to think of who Steve was. She simply stated there where many more qualified applicants and to be honest he is not very intelligent coming to an interview.