I am so wet I know it will not take long, and I get my lacy wet panties from my purse to bite down on so I am quiet. Tasting myself on my panties, I t...uch myself. I am a sight to watch with my panties in my mouth, finger fucking my tight pussy. I thrust my hips into my hand as I struggle not to moan too loudly. I breathe heavily as I can in my tight corset, which makes it even hotter since I feel restrained. I pause for a moment, gauging how loud it is compared to the loudness of my vibrator. I. One side was obviously for the guests and the otherfor the sissy slaves. She turned her attention to the guest's sidefirst. There were three chairs, all occupied, but they were nottypical salon chairs. These were oversized, and seemed to Lorraine likethey would be much more comfortable than a typical salon chair.Each of the three ladies occupying the chairs was being attended byseveral identically dressed slaves. Their uniforms resembled waitressdresses from a 50's era roadside diner, but. Jessica wanted to as well.It left me with no option.That idiot Dan, he probably knew I was lusting after his Mum and wanted to get me inside.The computer was in his bedroom, which was in the back bedroom. So, I did get to look out through the window at my auntie, still reading her book occasionally.What turned out to be bad luck, then turned out to be the best opportunity I had ever had.There was a knock on the door and Jessica went down, whilst I and Dan continued to play on the computer. She. "Oh Phil, it feels sooooo gooooooooood. I love your cock up my arse", she moaned. I picked up the pace, going into her faster and harder. "Oh it feels sooooo diiiirrrrtyyyyy, sooooo gooooooooood. Please don't stop. Fuck me Phil; fuck me like you would a slut". I duly obliged and was soon fucking her arse as hard as I fucked her pussy. We were both breathing heavily as I mercilessly fucked her arse, kneeling up now and slapping her arse cheeks, leaving red wheals where my hands made contact..