I was already helping one customer, and another was browsing. The couple came closer. They were black, and he was athletic, wiry, quite dark, with hea... shaved to the skin. He wore a Houston Rockets t-shirt, and carried a camera.I was paying more attention to her, though. She was big. Not so much tall, but broad and busty, and very beautiful. Fairer in complexion than her companion, she had the sweetest, most angelic face. Angelic, yet commanding, with a presence like she'd take no shit from. The first thing she did was to unscrew the dildo, after Brigit had told her how, it smelt bad and had brown marks on it, Charly didn't have to imagine what they were as she knew.Brigit watched and gave her instructions, as Charly cleaned it she wondered how something so large had managed to fit inside her bottom. Brigit could see what was happening to her daughter and smiled, she had the same thoughts when she was taken like that."Slave Charlene, is it clean?" She asked Charly who nodded. "Very. We had two weeks to get her packed and shipped off to Purdue. It sounds like a long time, but time has a way of collapsing in the presence of Hurricane Betts.I had no time to worry about who my son was dating and no time to fantasize about her mother. Oh, damn! Did I even think that? I needed to focus on getting my daughter out of the house.As matters happen, my mother fell sick that week and I had to take the week off work just to take care of things. It looked like I would have two weeks of. "Oi!" she giggled quietly, but didn't move my hand, as she struggled with her trainers. "There are people next door!" she reminded me, as we heard the next room's curtains open and someone else enter that one. I smiled as she stood up again and pulled her top over her head, revealing her proud but modestly sized tits in her plain white bra. I rested my hand on the growing bulge in my jeans as Tiffany looked at me, then started to slide down her leggings, now showing she had on my favourite.