I reached out my middle finger and pressed against the gusset of my panties for a little relief. The big cape that covered me like a tent hid both me ...nd the chair I was in from view. I reasoned that if I got found out anyway, I could always act like I was just scratching a mosquito bite on my thighs or something.Alexander and I kept the conversation going while the pad of my middle finger brushed against the white cotton and gently, almost imperceptibly, stimulated the puffy flesh underneath,. "I really wish you both would have waited until I could be there too!"With that, Mom reached across and moved a strand of hair from my brow. It was one of those gentle loving moves that said, "I love you," louder than words ever could. "He said that you were quite a woman and made him roar! I told him, 'of course she did! She is my daughter!"I laughed with Mom, and said, "I'm sorry Mom. I didn't mean for anything to happen. I was just going to tease him by showing him my tits and I fell. She was so wet it slipped in so easily and soon I was embedded deep inside her. I looked in the mirror and looked at her face. It showed me how much she was enjoying it as I pumped my cock in and out of her cunt. Her husband now had his trousers round his ankles and was frantically rubbing his hand up and down his erect cock. It was a really weird situation. I was fucking this complete stranger who hadn't even uttered a word to me while her husband was watching us and masturbating and filming. I helped out the young bucks down at the other end of the bar, and returned to the war zone.“So, what does your boss want? I hope it’s not forgiveness; I’m fresh out of any of that as far as the two of them is concerned,” I said.“As a matter of fact, it’s not, at least not directly,” she said. Now I was intrigued.“What does ‘not directly’ mean?” I said. I really was curious.“It means that Marian Randall has paid him back the money, and she wants to meet with you,” said Bea.“Excuse me? What did.