. and then repeat what I've told you to do, do you understand?" Yes Mistress Mandy, I understand." Good, now stay there for a moment, I have something...to take care of."Mistress Mandy slid back around the table, got up and went to the bar,the bartender had already locked up at her command and she was justchecking to make sure the hidden camera was focused correctly to capturethe entirety of these moments, she wanted me to be able to see it all.She sat back down next to me, and began anew with. You slid down to worship my tits and pay homage to my hard nipples. I moaned and you thrust two fingers into my quivering cunt. I came almost immediately. When you began to lick and suck my hot pussy, I went wild, remember, and came again. Now it was my turn to suck on your throbbing, veined glorious love muscle. I made you jump when I deep-throated you. I bet none of your girlfriends ever did that, did they?You began to fuck my mouth and hold my head deeper onto you cock. I pulled you out of. What more could a woman ever need as a mother. It was blissful and heavenly. My son now removed his hands from my bottom and asked me to do it.I squirmed with unprecedented delight as I heard his words. It was what precisely I wanted to do. I wished to be the active agent in this pious act of curing my husband. I did not want my son to do any effort too. I knew , he was having sexual pleasure but even I doubted that he thought like me. It was a hoody cause and it was just a matter of chance. Katie couldn’t find a plausible lie to tell him. She shook her head and clenched her lips and knew her life had become one big lie.A ping from her phone alerted her to a new email. Katie cringed when she saw it was a link to her video. She opened it and started with a blank screen until the title appeared, “Mrs. America’s first video”. Her stomach dropped again as the tears returned to her eyes as the video unfolded and concluded with Rodney fucking her until he unloaded on her face.She dropped.