"Mary, would you like to help me with a personal project?" Audrey asked me as I was cleaning off my desk for the weekend."What's the project?" I asked... slipping off my pumps and leaving them under the table. I'd just gotten a great pair of knee high, black leather, high heeled boots, which I'd taken to using when traveling to and from the office. There is nothing worse than wet stockings!"I'm a pretty good amateur photographer, and I made a little set upstairs yesterday, but I need a model."I. I had a feeling I knew what we were doing this afternoon. Kate and Wendy took me to the zoo. Melody kept me at home all day and brought ‘helpers’ in to assist with our day spa. I still hadn’t processed the relationship that was developing between Bree and Melody. Lissa had me pack equipment for sketching and racquetball. We wouldn’t be back for most of the day. And with Lissa, I was pretty sure it would just be the two of us.Lissa fed me just toast and coffee before we left the house and drove. There was a knock on his bedroom door.KNOCK KNOCK"Come in mom," Oskar said, in Swedish.His bedroom door opened. It was his mom. She was a beautiful Blonde haired blue eyed Swedish woman who resembled that Blonde singer from the group ABBA back in the 80s."I am just checking up on you honey," his mom responded to him in Swedish.His mother walked closer to him."So what are you doing honey?" his mom asked him in Swedish."I am just looking at these magazines!" Oskar said to her in Swedish, without. I opened my mouth to try and scream, thats when “B” stuck his tongue in my mouth and his tongue danced with mine, making my pussy even wetter. “A” grabbed one of my hands from the wall and placed it on his crotch. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. It felt like a baseball bat in his pants. I tried to pull my hand away but, he held it there making me stroke his cock through his pants, it got bigger with each stroke. “B” grabbed my tank top and pulled it down along with my bra exposing my.