We'd best come along, or they'll be no peace."We followed the little girl down the stairs into the basement and to what was obviously Morry's studio. ...t was a gorgeous room with comfortable leather furniture and a large computer facility with a very impressive looking audio system. But the centrepiece was an enormous piano. It was not only large, it looked larger because of its glossy black finish. On the side, it said "Bösendorfer" in large golden gothic letters. I stared at Morry. "I don't. This made her cry more. I asked her what was wrong and she said she had been forced into telling me as the guy had wanted to meet her again. She had stupidly given him her email. She had said no and he then said if she didn’t meet him she would tell her husband. She thought he was bluffing and told him so, but a few days later she got a letter in the post saying this proved he knew where she lived, and in fear she agreed to one more night with him as long as he agreed to drop out of her life. That was when I realized that my mom was a keen exhibitionist. Both of them started smiling, and I continued to act like I was ignoring them.She then bent over and showed him her asshole as well as spread her leg to show him her pussy. The servant by then put his hands down and must have been masturbating. She then gave him the signal to come in. She called me inside and while standing naked, asked me to go to the shop and buy some things she needed to take to the temple.I was sure that I did. He was so strong. I wrapped my legs around his torso and threw my head back against the wall, where he sucked on each of my breasts in turn.He carried me to my dresser, no more than a foot away, and lay me down upon the top of it, and kissed down my body while rubbing his hands up and down my cleanly shaven legs. He kissed my belly and pulled off my panties, exposing my dripping pussy. He licked it once to tease me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and he carried me to the bed. He lay me.