’ I reached down, and picked her up with one arm, and her purse and coat with the other. I kept my arm around her back as I pulled her up. ‘Hey, ...ou’re the new guy huh?’ She made like she was reaching for her coat, and instead ran her hand along my shoulder. ‘We needed a nice strong man to help us poor little girls around here.’ She gave me a smile, and the way she emphasized strong made me feel like I was going to be very happy with the place. ‘My name is Alicia.’ ‘Simon,’ I muttered. ‘Nice. ”Linda laughed and said, “That’s my girl, always thinking of Mom!”“Aaron, I want you to screw my Mom for me,” Heather instructed.Linda laughed replied, “Let’s give him a few minutes to recuperate, you little slave driver. He just woke up and I just jerked him off! Why don’t you take him into the kitchen and clean him up a bit while I change out of this cum-stained blouse?”Heather uncuffed me and led me into kitchen where she started wiping off some of the dried cum with a dish rag.“Heather, can. I came so hard, but then realized I had been busted. Amber walked up to me and took the pics. She said that she couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. I told her I was sorry and please don't tell my Wife. Amber looked down and said, "are those my panties on your cock"? Nodding yes, I went to take them off and as I did this, she walked over and grabbed my cock. Amber asked what I thought of the pics. As I began to tell her that they were hot, she squeezed my cock hard, working her hand up. “To think that you’d looked at them and perhaps smelt my……..well, you know, excited me so much. You did smell them didn’t you?”I nodded.“Did you smell those upstairs?”I nodded again. “And tasted them.”“Oh fuck.” she mouthed and her eyes half closed, “they were this morning’s.”It was a bizarre conversation carried out in hushed tones against the background of my wife’s ongoing telephone conversation in the other room. It all felt unreal.“I was frightened you’d notice last time and tell her.” I.