I cannot see your smile as you sip your wine. I cannot see the lights of the Christmas tree blinking in your eyes as you take in the scene before you....You had arrived home a while ago, found me bound waiting for you. Once you realized that I was unable to hear or see you, you took your time. You went to the bedroom and changed into your silk robe, opened the bottle of wine that I had left next to your glass and sat in your chair, looking at me, watching the apprehension build in my body.. I saw her walk by again with a big pink towel andsome pretty undies, smiling as I positioned her sports bra under thesewing machine. It was a little damp from her sweat, but I didn't think itwould be a problem. While Ms. Johnson was taking her shower and I completed the monograms, Idecided to look through the costumes in her ballet closet. There must havebeen 50 dance dresses of all colors and styles. She must like the longsleeve style leotards. There were not a lot of camisole or halter. Even has she walked back into the office she new he would smell her arousal.Robert stood leaning on the front of his desk, relaxed with a knowing expression on his face. “Ah Ruth so you decided to try the outfit such a good girl, you look very mmmm yes slutty” trying hard to cover her breasts she muttered “please no I’m not…….” he smiled “but Ruth your wearing the outfit, the outfit of a slut it looks so good on you, and may I add you smell like a slut. Are you excited Ruth, well are you Ruth”. First you saw wet puddle at the floor under her spread legs and realized that this was not sperm it was her pussy juice dripped form her wet vagina, then you started looking at her ass and in a few moment you realized that you know this ass you closed your eyes and recalled you mothers ass that you saw at the shower this morning then you opened you eyes and is was SHE! Your mother naked, helpless, and all wet was at you. You was shoked, you didn’t know what to do?! Run away, scream, cry or what.