. I was ... well, I guess...” I was still incoherent and embarrassed, and I started to tuck my prick back into my swimsuit.“Hold it right there! L...ave your boner out until we settle this!”I don’t think Colleen knew what she wanted to do right then, but just needed a few moments to think things through. “But grab that towel and wipe up your mess!” I grabbed a towel, wiped up the floor and the dashboard where I had splattered cum.When I finished, Colleen said, “You missed one spot.”The only spot. .. I’m sorry for staring” is all I could stutter out like a fool. “Darling, you can make it up to me, don’t worry.” she said with a sexy but foreign accent I couldn’t quite place to a specific country. Showing her dominance, her left hand took my right hand and she stood me up and led me to follow her to the back of the cart where the seats rowed two by two one in front the other. In a daze I could only follow like a blind sheep as I was being led to this more ‘private’ part of the already. I put on the pink latex gloves I wasoffered too.I did the washing up without saying a word.I had hoped it would stop there but it didn't.Why? Was it that I started to enjoy the humiliation or was it that I wascurious to see how far Mum would go which led to my behaviour gettingworse each time she allowed to dress as a boy again?Mum quickly noticed that I was a model child when she feminised me.In a matter of a week I had gone from wearing just my bra and panties towearing a matching petticoat. We'd tried anal before and Mary was not into it at all. I was convinced Art would never get his long cock into my wife's ass. Once that failed, she'd never get a part in porn movies.Art then rubbed a lot of lube onto his cock and then sarted to rub some into Mary's ass. She squirmed her ass around, almost fighting it. She was bent over and my wife and Stephan had been locked up in a french kissing mode for quite a long time. If there were any words of protests they were muffled as Art placed.