..uh...yeah." I was sure it was the wine talking, but I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity Mom presented me with. I escorted her back to the ca... and we drove out of town. I knew of a make out spot that my ex-girlfriend and I used that was near property her parents owned. Nobody went there this time of year so we'd have some privacy.Except for an occasional giggle Mom was silent during the short drive to our destination. I was silent too. I was afraid of saying the wrong thing which. He starts to get up. “Stay there John. I want to have some more fun.” Tiffany tells him, as she pushes me onto the sofa, next to John. She gets on her knees between my legs and rubs my clit with her thumb. She spits on my pussy, lubricating me more, taking her palm and rubbing in her spit. She enters two fingers inside of me and grabs the red underwear inside of me. She pulls them out slightly. She then buries her face between my legs, licking my clit with vigor.John watches as his wife. He started to rock in and out of me slowly, the extra pressure as good for him as it was for me. I felt like I would burst. I felt like I was my Master’s beautiful whore. Like I was going to come again. Like I was floating. Like I was no longer human. “Oh, baby… It won’t take me long. You feel so fucking good!” He was going at a steady pace, and I was right on edge again. Sir slowed for a minute and reached around me, finding my nipple clamps. He tugged on them, making me yelp. He’d made me. So. Yes, anyway, we had a good night, no problems, all the systems worked – better than I would have dared to hope – and, well, things went well. So we relaxed, a bit, had a slightly more informal debrief than we might have done otherwise.I'm sorry, when I said informal I didn't mean casual. We discussed what needed to be discussed – its all on a file somewhere, I'm sure – but we didn't move into the meeting room, so we did have all the screens.And, so, yes, I probably did witness events in the.