Simon pulled away and looked at me amorously from full arms length. “So, Micky, do you like your surprise. Do you want to fuck me?” “Oh Simon, ... love my surprise. I don’t know about fucking you, though I’d love to see Roddy’s lovely cock up your butt. I think I’d worry about hurting you. Maybe later. I bet there are other things that will really make me happy.”“So do I,” he said, kissing me on the mouth, as Roddy left Simon’s asshole and licked, sucked and kissed his way up Simon’s back. . She explained that she’d carry out her mundane, vanilla tasks in her robe, and be available for advice if I preferred that instead.I was eager to tell my mom to become Cherry in the kitchen. Yet, a part of me was so very reluctant. I felt ashamed of myself for even thinking about it. “You won’t get mad at me if I make you be Cherry all day?” I said.“You aren’t making me be Cherry all day. I AM Cherry all day. I just put on this robe and play a role for those around me. Your father gave me. Mark acted normally, discussing life, as he drove. He clearly had a destination in mind but he never mentioned it. It was clear that he was using these pictures to blackmail me into being his sex-toy, his slut, to be whatever he wanted. And, to be honest, I was now so turned on I would've done anything he asked. I wanted his cock in my mouth and deep in my pussy.Soon Mark parked in a run-down area of town. There was a collection of basketball courts across the dirty street. My breath caught in. Sheslowly eased the panties below her bottom, down herlegs, until they were round her ankles. Then suddenlyshe whipped them off, threw them into the crowd andopened her legs wide. Not only that, but she wetted acouple of fingers and pushed them into her obviouslyaroused snatch.I thought that the crowd would riot, the applause wasso deafening, Susan had won the money for certain. Asshe left the stage the club manager announced that shehad indeed won, and that she would be presented withthe money.