I told Michael that he should stop, but he ignored me. The old lady opened her front door then shouted at us, "Are you perverts fucking on the God dam... front lawn again? You should be ashamed of yourselves! Your whole family is going to burn in Hell! Stop right now, or I am going to call the Police!"Michael suddenly stopped and I could tell that he was ejaculating inside Mom. He waited a few moments then pulled his cock our of her and stood up. Mom and I gathered up the blankets and drink. Perhaps that was why she loved the leaves — they meant the coming of the fire. The leaves would be collected, raked into a big pile and then the treasure hunt began. Anything that could or would burn was added to the pile — a fallen limb or tree was gold, but old fences, broken furniture, one year even an old tumbledown shed. And the higher the pile grew the more excited she became, counting down the days to Burn Night. There was always a second pile too, but this was different. It wasn’t the. She was trying to make sure I wasn’t angry and I was trying to feel her out. When I asked if she was really interested, she thought it would be hot and that if it turned me on then she would be up for it. I text him to see what he thought, and he was definitely down. I provided him the address of our hotel and told him when to show up. I met him in the bar downstairs and explained this was new for us but that she was getting in some negligee upstairs. I was so nervous as we rode in the elevator. That turned her on even more; and when his hand pressed in against her cunt she jerked involuntarily and came.“You are so fucking hot!” she whispered as the cab pulled up in front of his apartment building.Less than ten minutes later, he had Nadine blindfolded, and wearing only her bra and panties as she lay on his rumpled bedding.“Are you ready?”“Yes, but what do I call you?”“Oh, you mean like Master or Sir?”“Yes ... Sir.”“That’s fine, Nadine. I’ll call you ... let’s see ... how does slut.