‘Oh what, I’m supposed to feel bad for being upset enough to cry now? If you would just…’ ‘If I would WHAT… If I would just WHAT?!’ step...towards… she holds her ground. ‘Just… TOUCH me! Some of the time! It doesn’t have to be all the time! I’m not asking you to be all over me! Just hold my hand, or put your arm around me, I don’t understand why you don’t seem to have a problem touching everyone else, why it’s just ME.’ ‘Because when you touch me you just want everyone to know that I’m yours,. .He returned to the couch and I heard another guy step up he also kneeled behind me and pressed his face into my pants sniffing away...I also heard some belt buckles come loose and zippers unzipping . After each guy smelled me, my client instructed me to remove my pants but keep my panties and heels on, again I was not to move facing the wall. Again he brought up a volunteer, I felt hands squeezing and going into my panties to touch my bare ass...The last guy who came up peeled off my panties. It was full of very personal items.I saw about a dozen dildos, a couple of butt plugs, and several pair of panties and bras. There were Ziploc bags with hair and disposable razors in them too. My mouth dropped open. Now it was my turn to blush!I just looked at Betty but it was Samantha that spoke, “I saw stuff like this on the Internet for sale! I figured that someone like you would prefer to see where it came from first!”Betty said, “Each of these dildos have spent at least five nights in our. " Aww mom! You started the whole thing," I reminded her, playing out our favourite argument, as I finally removed my underwear and hastily kicked it aside to where the rest of my clothes were."Yes, yes, that's just the way, blame it all on poor mother like always." she pouted."Well you did start it, you ****d me that day mom." I continued."OH! I ****d you?? I ****D you?? OH! Why you bastard, you were dying it. I don't remember you ever trying to stop me."I cringed at the 'bastard' but then what.