He led her into the bedroom. His bed was stripped to a bottom sheet. Something less than a foot on the right side of the bedroom closet was empty.“T...e right side of the closet is for your things,” he said. “You see that there is space on the shelf above it. Leave on your shoes.” And, with him watching her, she stripped and hung up her clothes. She put the bra on the shelf. “Put the earrings on that shelf, too.” She put them and her watch where she’d been told to.“Now,” he said, “my clothes. You. .that was fucking incredible," I gasped.She stood up and winked at me while we were face-to-face. "I'm glad you liked it. And you can consider us even now. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm in the mood for hot bath. We'll continue our next workout tomorrow."***HE WAS HARD AS A ROCK***My eyes were glued to my mother's legs throughout our workout the next day. After all, she wore a new pair of spandex shorts for women which hugged her thighs perfectly. And the days workout consisted of a long warm up. There was a big banquet at dusk and, as dictated by the rules, Albert sat next to his wife, Ana, although they were not allowed to speak. He realized that from time to time she gave him a nervous look, no doubt she was thinking about the role she should play at night, what her maids and governesses should have taught her, that she should open her legs and smile at all times. Well, things would be a little different, although she still did not know it.After a lot of eating and a lot of drinking. His face lit up as he looked me up and down and reading the prices on the side of the machine."Fuck yeah," the man moaned quietly as he nodded in satisfaction and began putting the money into the machine. Having done this so often I was used to the services I had to carry out. It always got me slightly nervous but mostly excited about what my next customer would want from me.I could hear him moving around a lot before he chose a service and glancing over my shoulder for just a moment revealed.