We’ll think of something.”I ran to the door. It was locked. Locked? I dropped the keys twice before I managed to get the door open. I ran into the...kitchen and looked outside for Mom. She wasn’t there. I ran upstairs after taking my running shoes off. Then I remembered that I had left the bag with the petroleum jelly in the car. I went to Mom’s room. The door was ajar, almost closed. I pushed it open and stepped inside.What a sight. Mom was lying face down on the bed, stretched over a pair of. Myrna made sure I experienced the full pleasure of my orgasm; she did not relent with the wicked cane until she was sure I could spend no more.I was released, my face soaked with tears and the juice from the woman I hoped would either keep me, or dispose of me before the day was out. Myrna sat centre-stage in a huge throne like chair, her legs splayed. She lifted her silk gown and I was allowed under it. She clasped my head and held me fast as I sniffed and lapped at her fully aroused and sweet. Madeline started to get up. She found the check, “My treat today. You head on back to the office. I think I’ll take a short walk.”Jenny got up, “Don’t take too long. Remember, you and Mr. Hanlon have a scheduled meeting with Smith and Olsen about that new development outside Middletown.”“I won’t forget,” Madeline stepped away, paid the cashier, and walked out into the clear sunlight, ‘What’s wrong with me? What am I going to do? Maybe I should call the Neanderthal tonight, set a date and get. Now I slide my hand up between your legs and rub your pussy off and on, feeling the dampness building in your panties. Now it's time for you to sneak off and slip in your toy.I finish my drink as I wait, when you get back you have that knowing little wicked smile. A quick test has you gasp in pleasure before we start strolling down the river, the toy giving you a light touch as we go. Walking through birrarug marr I start spiking the levels on the toy, enjoying the look on your face every time..