The buttplug was a vibrator. I screamed as the sensations racked my body, butthey subsided as soon as they had started. "I think it would be fun ifI p...t the remote on the head of my driver, that way, every time I hit adrive, you'll be paying attention," she said. "I'm also sick of lookinglike your ugly ass. It did the job, getting us in, but I need tochange. With that, she stripped off her outfit and changed into arespectable polo shirt and khaki pants. She also let down her beautifulblonde. I feel lost ... unsure of my purpose now. No idea which direction to turn. All I know is I need to work to take my mind off him. But everything in this town holds reminders. Then, an idea hits me; I need a work trip. But where? Somewhere remote for sure and as far away from here as possible.~~~The next day...I watch him through the glass window of his office as I try to gauge his mood. Hmmm, he looks pretty chipper ... for Bob. So, I take a deep breath and barge in with confidence."Bob, got a. Courtney was wearing cutoffs and a Journey tank top with no bra on underneath. I put on the Dodgers game while she did aerobics. The movement of her sleek, creamy white legs was hypnotic as she did bicycles on the floor, her blonde hair spread out like a golden halo around her head. I couldn’t even concentrate on the TV, I just heard the laugh track in the background. When she started doing toe touches, I could see the firm roundness of her bust bouncing under the flimsy tank top. At that point. So we sat dressed in woollies and blankets enjoying a quiet evening in front of the tv. Finally my mother decided to go to bed and told me to come too and share her bet with her. I was surprised, we hadn’t shared the same bed for six years, not since I was ten and I had innocently placed my hand on her breast when we slept. My mother had woken up and yelled at me that time. Now however I knew why, then it wasn’t quite so understandable.“But Mom I don’t wear any PJ’s.” I said trying to get.