He watched as Mac finger fucked my ass whilst I thrashed beneath his probing fingers. As my orgasm subsided Mac removed his fingers and said "You real...y are a filthy slut!" Just you watch how dirty!" I winked as I straddled his gearstick.Placing the knob of his gearstick between my pussylips, I slid slowly down the length of the gearstick, till I was fully impaled on the phallic offering.Slowly I began to ride the lever as Mac fingered my ass. The knob of the gearstick was banging against my. And also that the transmitter was painful to embed in ladies, or at least according to ‘Ethel’, who had had to be secured on the second attempt to have the thing inserted, though it was a simple procedure. She being less than impressed now by, in effect, big brother watching over her for evermore, and had found the whole insertion uncomfortable to the point of painful! However, as a husband a pimp or a cuckold the thing had all the advantage`s that on every passing of the monitoring station,. We had notbeen jogging for almost a month.I did one very slow lap with frequent stops but I felt better for itand my tummy had definitely tightened up. 'This bitch thing wasn't halfbad,' I mused when I returned home to study my shape in the mirror. Iwas definitely down by a good few inches from when I had left earlierthat evening. Exercise, obviously suited dogs. I stripped again thenfed my puppies and put them down for the night.After showering I was pleased to find that my old clothes just. Even my masturbation sessions end with guilt... You'd think fucking your own mother would drown you in it. Then again, that part probably died when I woke up this morning...I grab two bottles and make my way upstairs.Surprisingly, there's no sound from the bathroom. If not a little shower-play, then I at least expected just a regular bath.There's still, even after everything, a little anxiety as I stand outside my parents' bedroom. That 'you're not supposed to be in here' vibes, emanate from.