I make my way back to my room and my mother just finishes her 2nd can of beer. "Fuck, Bridget. You already finished your beer?" she asks. I nod. We th...n hear a knock and I hide behind the door. My mother orders my brother to come in.------------------------------------I turn the doorknob and make myself enter my sister's room. I'm expecting to get bitched-slapped across my face. I don't. I look toward my sister's bed and there is my mother, lying there fully naked. She looks at me and says,. It is Miss Vicki, the owner of the salon. "What have we gothere?" she says with a smile. You mumble your name and then she sees thechemicals on your clothing, especially your pants. In fact the chemicalhas begun to burn a little and you begin to squirm uncomfortably. Miss Vicki says, "Quickly darling, come with me," and hustles you off toher office, which is also the private salon where Miss Vicki caters toher own special customers. "Quick, in the dressing room," she tells youand hustles. “Ouch! I take it back. My pussy is sore too,” Char whined. “That’s ok, I’m going to fuck you tomorrow anyway,” Len smiled, “and yes, there is a slight leakage problem.” It was four in the morning and in the limousine with a plethora of amenities Len and Char were too tired to enjoy any of them. The ride back to the hotel was far more luxurious than the cab and a whole lot more relaxed. Back to the story. *** Len’s suspicion was confirmed. He recognized the voice that begged entry. It was Emily. She burst out snickering at that, even as I applied a little lube to her backdoor and started to ease my way into her bum. Kylie pushed back hard at me as she felt me pounding her butt from the back. She screamed my name several times now, each time begging me not to stop. She made it abundantly clear that she wanted me to push through with the sodomy, and boy did I ever!“Do you need more lube, honey?” I asked her to be sure.“No ... fuck, no! Don’t tell hubby, but I’m slowly adjusting more and.