Not only that, but her arms and hands seemed be moving about on their own. In fact her fingers are starting to peel open her jumpsuit uniform; opening...the collar button and slowly but steadily pulling down on the front zipper. She tries to stop it, to pull her hands away, but despite feeling the sensations and pressure on her fingertips she seems to have no control over her body.She wanted to stop, to scream, to run out -- to do anything but stand here and be exposed before this stranger. None. I beg you...please stick it in my mouth. I want it. I want it bad. I want you ...big guy...to fuck my dirty slut face." As I heard those words, the illusion that my mom was faithful has dissipated. "Huh? What? I cannot hear you slut!!!" he told her still holding her hair in his fist. "Fuck my face!!!" screamed my mom at him like an animal. There was another shock coming for me. I did not realize it by hearing his voice. But for a split second the man looked to the side and I knew it was him.. You can wet and mess it to your hearts content, without being punished. At the end of the week, you can have your panties back. If you wet them, you will be punished and put back into diapers, this time for 2 weeks." I'm not a baby, I'm a big girl," Jessica insisted, resisting my advances. I lifted her legs and gave her already sore bottom a swat. She settled down. I was uncertain how she really felt, but since the safe word hadn't been used, proceeded. I squeezed lotion on my hand and started. Her face went flush as she orgasmed from what Dwane was doing. But he didn't stop but continued as she came. I watched as like one wave after another a second, third, and a fourth orgasm hit her. With each one she screamed louder as her hands gripped the sheets tightly. "Stop! No more! Too much!" she begged him. Dwane lifted his head from her crotch with a big grin on his face. "Feel good Marisa?" he asked. My wife could only nod and grunt as she laid there, her face flushed, eyes closed, chest.