In the end he'd decided he just had to go with the flow, so to speak, and if his mother felt him he would deal with it, if she didn't say anything he'... keep quiet as well. It had been a great plan, but every time their session ended he had found himself lying on his bed jacking off to visions of his mother dancing with him in just her underwear. He knew she wore stockings and suspender belts because he'd seen them in the laundry. Her panties too weren't the sort you imagined your own mother. Female intuition, maybe. The others seem to be just guests and after a while I figure out that I'm not the only plaything here. Judging from what little I hear they seem to be Masters and Mistresses with their slaves like ... like ... Mistress and me.Mistress and me. Now. There it is. The words ring in my head and it's just as well that I don't have anything else to do but stand here and being felt up and down. I'd definitely fuck up any command right now as my mind processes the thought. She's. While I drove to the mall, she leaned on me and whispered in my ear that she was horny enough to pick up a stranger to fuck her…After parking I went to her door to help her get out of the car. Anita spread her legs wide as she got out, asking if I had seen her pussy. I nodded my head and the bitch laughed loud…Once inside the mall, we hit every shoe store. Anita showed her bare pussy lips to a dozen salesmen. We later went to a lingerie store, where Ana tried on some nighties. She suddenly saw. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you so much. I don’t know what to say, what to tell you.” I didn’t know what to think. Was she having an affair? Is that what was on the trousers I had given her for her 45th birthday? Who was she fucking … and why? Should I stay and listen or should I just walk out? Should I hit her? What in the fuck should I do? So, I started crying, too, which only increased the flow of tears down Annie’s cheeks. “Please, don’t be mad at me! Forgive me!” she sobbed. “I.