She often 'sent' problems to her subconscious, fully confident that she'd have an answer in the morning – she called it her Unconscious Computer. Sh... had a surprisingly high level of success.This morning her UC had some suggestions. The first and most important: get a digital security firm to go through her house, looking for bugs and the like. She didn't have much hope for that, though, because she hadn't said "The Traveler" aloud. That, she was sure of. So it had to be something in or on her. When water was no longer dripping from her soft beautiful skin, she grabbed my hair dragged me off the bed and pushed my face back into her naked slightly damp bum and walked over to her vanity desk."Now you're going to just stay here, while I make myself look nice." She told.She moved me so that I was sitting on the floor with my back to the chair that was infront of the desk, my head was tilting back so that it was resting on the seat, she had her legs on either side of my body with her bum. I asked who the bachelor was but no one seemed to know, later I realized there was not one; but then it was too late I went to the middle of the room and started doing my performance, leaning over and showing off my ass, barely covered by a very tiny thong. Some of the guys grabbed and slapped my ass cheeks. Some very naughty, even dared to rub my pussy lips through the thin fabric, which felt really good. I reached up and pulled my top off and all those guys cheered. In just seconds I have a. His reply was to fuck them. The thing was I wanted that to happen as well but I wanted them dressed like whores and let us use them. And I wanted to be dressed up by mum and be a whore for him as well. So we were soon down to our pants our cocks were stiff his was bigger than mine much bigger and like me he was circumcised his purple bell end was poking out the top of his pants. My little cock still in my pants. But it was not my cock I was interested in. I would take care of myself after he'd.