" Yes, so" I said."Well this way we can a least keep an eye on them," she giggled, "and I don't expect it was that unpleasant either." That's not the ...oint," I said, "it's pretty immoral to say the least." God this is the twenty first century," she sighed, "we no longer live in the dark ages."We had dinner in the hotel and I mulled over what she had said, most of it made some sort of sense but I still had some guilty feeling about my own daughters. Nothing more was said and we went to bed late. We will let her have her fun.All this time the mother says nothing. She is in some type of shock and I don't touch her and I don't want to intrude but she needs someone. I have seen that look before, every day I see that look. Every day I shave a man with that same look, twice a day I see that look. It has been a year and he still has that look. I see that look twice a day, it has been a year and I see that look, I repeat to myself over and over."What do you want to eat?" I ask. No reply at. She hit the buzzer and heard Alex’s voice say, “Jill, so wonderful to have you here. Caley and I will meet you out front. Just follow the drive, you can’t miss it. Love you.” And then the squawk of the comm going out. The gate opened.“Love!” Jill thought to herself. Her mind was flooded with so many emotions and thoughts, and her pussy betrayed her and she became even wetter. She almost pulled over and changed clothes; thankfully the wet spot between her legs was not leaking through to the. "Are you her slave for everything?" she asked, the way that askedclearly meant she was asking about sex."I am." I blushed."Everything? So if she told you to kiss her ... toes, you'd do it?"She was still waxing as she asked the questions but I noticed that sheslowed down and kept eye contact with me as I responded.I tried to joke because I felt the mood in the room changing. "I would,in fact I have, she likes having her toes kissed." Lucky her." She smiled as she lathered on another layer of.