I almost had a glow about me. All this 'sexual activity', seemed to be a having a real positive effect on me. Then, I walked back into the kitchen and...pulled my boxer shorts on, followed by my house gown, and finally sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for mom to come down.I started to wonder what she would wear for me. It was still rather amazing that she had said she would be giving me 'constant visual stimulation' over the rest of the weekend, whatever that meant. I could not imagine that. His sub is such a good slut for him.Then he does wonder if she is his sub totally. She does do all that he commands her to, but her enjoyment and enthusiasm about it all make him wonder how much is she submitting to him, or how much is it that she is a sexual slut wanting more and more?He continues to rub her slit, slip into her vag to pleasure her as he continues to spank her over and over. His cock is getting hard under her, and they both can feel it as it rises and bumps against her slit. "Whats she doing with those?" my ex asked. As the female on screen began to pull the tights over her head, my ex looked at me wondering what she was upto. "Are you into this?" she asked. "Very much so" I replied, as I started to kiss her neck. With the nyloncovering her torso, the woman picked up a stocking and pulled it on her head covering her face. She then started to to feel herself, then make herself comfortable on a bed and produce a dildo. My ex was intrigued, and kept watching. "So this. He reached a hand back to her, his dark eyes piercing. ‘I’m Rafael Diangelo. Nice to meet you.’ Abigail nodded as he squeezed her hand in his larger calloused one. The SUV was already moving. Abigail strapped herself in just as the sound of a phone chirped merrily through the sound system. ‘Mike, what’s up,’ Angelo said after tapping a button on the steering wheel. ‘Got a call from Diamond. Head to over to Kaiser,’ said a very deep bass voice over the speakers. Abigail stiffened, her eyes going.