Even when she made me pee in a clear bowl on the floor and made me lap it up with no hands. My ass had to be high in the air but the camera was zoomed...in on the bowl. I almost puked but I finished it all. She was very pleased an allowed me to masturbate for her. It was exqusitley humiliating. Spreading my legs and using my fingers to make myself cum. With only the dead black lens of the camera looking at me. Then came the day I checked my email and saw Miss Alicia’s message. The. "May I help you, Sir?" Yes! Coffee for one, please." Can I getcha something else to go with that?" Okay, I'll take one of those pastries in the display case, and your phone number please!" Oh, Sir," she laughed, with just a hint of a smile in those lovely brown eyes of hers."You must not have read the sign when you come in?" What sign? I didn't see any sign." That sign right over there - it says,"Old men are forbidden to flirt with girls working behind the Coffee Counter." I don't believe. ........... I saw as she stood once again. I thought the show was over, wrong. It was Patty's turn. And now, I was no longer just the judge, looking on. Patty had two of the panties that mom had failed to get into. "Which one?" she called over, "come over and see which one you like" Then Anna walked over, "You can come over, we consider you are part of the f****y now and you do look a little silly like that, or.........., you could be my pet doggy. Would you like to see how good a mommy I can. She achieved a squealing orgasm in just minutes so I guess she had been thinking about it for a spell, and by the time I was spent and ready to quit, she was on the verge of a second so I plowed on until she came, arching and shivering beneath me.We lay panting side by side. "Oh, damn," she said. "I been thinkin' about you, about doin' that since you left."We dressed and ate, and then went to digging a grave. Her intended, a lean, bald man named Peter, arrived about noon and pitched right in,.