I could hardly breathe, I have never come like this. It was like Twilight Zone, mirror images all around, I could see us from every angle. Sally began...to whisper into my ear, "Don't you love it?" "Oh, that was a good one, your hot. " You're so hot, you're making me wet again. " Sally started squirming around on the bench; the plastic padding was wet and slippery. Sally started humping her pussy against my back. I had my pussy plugged into this incredible thing driving me crazy, I didn't have. She went into the dressing room area and leaned into the mirror to powder her nose. She was wearing an elegant pale blue gown that accented her tawny skin tones. It was a scoop neck front but the back was cut so low it nearly showed her butt crack.She turned so she was facing the camera and I saw the tube of lipstick drop to the floor. That was when I realized she was putting on a show. She tapped her foot angrily, made a big deal out of seeing where the tube landed, and bent over to retrieve. She knew she was obligated to service not only her husband's boss but his young college-age son who took great delight in putting her to the test with humiliations she had never conceived possible. Her lifestyle had changed drastically after her wimpy husband gave in to his boss's depraved demands but in all honesty she was not overly upset at her new duties.Her house was sparkling clean now and she had stripped down to her birthday suit and stood in the mist of the relaxing shower that washed. A lacey bra and g-string panty set, black stockings and suspenders. It’s the gear they bought today at the lingerie shop.She barely changes her stance, but moves her hands across her crotch, clearly nervous about the world seeing what’s between her legs. Whilst her hands are down there, her husband unhooks her bra and strips it slowly away from her boobs. She doesn’t try to stop him, but she doesn’t try to help him either. Her boobs are large, and they suffer without support, sagging down,.