I know that I was terrified: this was the building where I worked, after all. What if someone else on that floor was working late and chose that mome...t to step out into the hall? What if he (or she, or they!) were to see me, the respectable lawyer, on her hands and knees at the end of a belt-leash, burdened like a pack-mule and wearing nothing but a pair of soaking wet panties marked with the words, “Disobedient Little Slut”?Yes, I was terrified. But I found that I was also, to my shame,. The street in front of the hotel was already a quagmire of mud. I cleaned up in the basin and headed down to the restaurant. As I bounced down the stairs, I pulled my pocket watch out of my vest and thumbed it open. It was seven-thirty in the morning, the earliest I’d been up and about since I arrived in town. I carefully wound the watch and tucked it back into my vest, as I eased into the dining room.The place was about three-quarters full, but I managed to find a table against the wall and. Just like the previous day, they were both unable to concentrate but this time rather than feeling apprehension they were now feeling exhilaration after what had happened and anticipation about what was likely to happen. Manel knew that having given her son a great blowjob they could not now pretend that it had not happened but she was unsure about whether to take things further and if so, how fast to proceed. She was also unsure about confessing to her son that she had been having sexual. Luckily for me I wasn't made soaking wet for all of her sweet delicious juices she squirted out went all in my mouth, giving me such a nice good morning drink in the process and her juicy little pussy wasn't wet anymore after I licked her clean."You sure know how to do that well, Bobby..." She contently sighed."Thank you Mistress," I replied, "I always aim to please you."We smiled to eachother and shared a nice long kiss."Oh well, I suppose I should get up now." She told as she sat up and.