She did ask me to stand up later and took measurements. She used tomake lots of clothes, so this was hardly unusual. I remember being akid and squirmi...g when she used to do this, but it felt so good, like afond old memory. This was the Mom I remembered.I was swamped with homework, having to finish a paper for Economicsclass, so I excused myself and went up to my PC. An hour later, Momknocked. She entered, carrying a large book."Bradley, do you have a minute? I'd like to ask your opinion on. " He seemed to remember something then, and reached back to spread my cheeks. "Ah, good, you wore the plug. Did you remember to clean yourself this morning?" "Yes, Sir," I answered, growing wetter as he twisted the plug before once more seating it firmly inside me. "You're a good girl , Karen, and I want to reward you. Kneel and take my cock out. You may suck me until I come, and it is yours to swallow." As strange as it seemed, being allowed to swallow his load seemed like the greatest gift. Then I offered him if he wanted to rest a bit before going back to work. Saying this, I just sat down at the edge of the marital bed.I looked at Mike as he walked over and sat beside me; his leg almost pressed against mine. I smiled and turned to face him, leaning in more closely and placing my right hand on his leg. Seconds later, that same hand was lightly squeezing his cock, which had become almost fully erect by that time.I was unable to wrap my hand around its girth while it was still. The driver held the door open for me as I stepped inside his taxi this time sitting in the front seat….he leant in and gave me a wonderfully soft sensual kiss…nibbling my lips gently and slightly probing my mouth with his soft tongue, his hands softly stroking my raw pierced nipples…. He climbed into his seat and I told him my address and off we went….on the journey to my flat I placed my high heeled feet on his dashboard and started to stroke my pussy gently through the flimsy thong….I could.