To my surprise it was a Visa gift card. “We didn’t know where you like to shop, so we put five hundred dollars on the card and thought you could g... wherever you wanted.” my mom said.“Wow! Thank you, that’s so thoughtful.” I said. I was happy about the gift. But I was more sad than blissful. My brother lingered in my mind, and how he received nothing from this side of the family. I felt terrible and spoiled as I put the card into the pocket of my skinny jeans.My mom spoke, “I was thinking if you. I was going to be her slave when she got the urge, and if I didn't agree, I wouldn't have Bill anymore.Since I had no say in any of this, I had to agree. I didn't really want to go after woman ever again, but felt I had no choice. I told her I'd do just about anything to keep the set-up I had with Bill, and saying that, I noticed she was lightly rubbing her clit thru her crotchless lace panties. Mandy said she was getting wet already and it was time for me to take care of her needs. Taking me. I wondered if she might tell her lover so that they both could enjoy the feeling and perform for me. Instead, she chose to keep it private and secret and was soon shuddering in orgasm.Anita settled in to reciprocate, stroking Albert's cock while slipping a bare thigh free of the covers on my side to keep my interest, a signal that I wasn't forgotten. Albert didn't seem to be responding, no doubt worn down from doing all the driving, and was soon snoring again.I figured that was all the activity. My body knew to expect a huge orgasm shortly. My heart was beating in time to the loud music. Just as a drummer started a solo, I came hard, grabbing the back of your shirt in fists and crying out. My cry may as well have been silent; the music was too loud now for even the people at the next table to hear it. You pulled away and looked about, but no one nearby had noticed.We both slurped our drinks and let our breaths slow down. You put your arm around my back again. You leaned in close and.