I tell her that I was checking and that we probably don’t have to worry about security. As the elevator door opens, another couple arrives, and Caro...ine is visibly annoyed. We enter, I press 22 while the other guy presses 8. That’s not too bad. On the ride up, Caroline and the other woman glare at each other disapprovingly, while the guy soaks in the image of Caroline and looks at me enviously. When they get off, we go back to climbing inside one another’s mouths.When we get off at 22 (not her. For a moment, that was all there was. Then, tentatively, her tongue began moving over my glans, and running along the ridge. As the tongue finished a circuit and ended at my frenulum, it suddenly began flicking back and forth at that most sensitive spot. My hips lurched involuntarily and I hissed in my next breath. My slave smiled and squeezed my shaft. "Is she doing something right, Master?" You may need to give her more credit than you were. She seems to have a good tongue." As I spoke, that. They could both experiment with different raunchy, sexy things to do to each others bodies. He imagined his cock slamming in and out of her hairy cunt, while her legs were raised in the air exposing her snatch to his ramming cock. Maybe she would even agree to them both doing a sex video for their own pleasure. They could lay in bed and watch the video. They could do scenes like the couple on the beach had put on. "Man! It would be a sight to see a video of my aunt sucking my cock. Watching her. I couldn't stop the blush that blossomed onto my cheeks.Then he reached across the table and gently took hold of my hand. "Mom, I love you . . . so much," he whispered, giving my hand a gentle, intimate, squeeze. Was the gesture a gesture of his platonic love for me as his mother, or was it a confession of the deeper, darker love I knew he felt for me? Whatever, it made a warning buzzer go off inside my head. I felt like he'd just punched me in the belly. I was speechless. I didn't know what to.