My mom was sitting in her car in the parking lot waiting for me. When I opened the car door and the dome light came on, I noticed mom's pantyhose were...missing. She was in a very good mood. When we arrived at home she went straight to her room and started showering. I went back out to the car to look for her pantyhose. I found them on the floor of the back seat. When I held them up I noticed the crotch was torn out.There were fresh cum stains. Cum was spilled on the pantyhose ass seam directly. Finally, you move back and tell me to go to the hood of the car. I look around the parking lot as I walk the hood of the car; I'm silently hoping that no one has seen us. Before you can even tell me what’s next, I lean over the hood of the car; reach back and pull my skirt up over my ass, showing you my little black thong. I can feel you behind me, looking at my ass. Just when I begin to wonder what you're going to do next, I noticed someone walking over to the car between us and the other. " So she doesn't get paid? Is that what you're saying?" She gets benefits. Plenty of them, but not 'pay' in the normal sense,no, not really. She gets room and board here. She gets days off ifshe's sick. I buy all her clothes and cleaning and beauty supplies." She gets to live in this nice house, I suppose." Yes, yes she does." Mrs. Reid picked up her cup of tea. I saw herlipstick marks on the rim."She has her own room?" I asked."Indeed she does. Would you like to see it?"I nodded. I was here to. A waiter's job is to make the customer happy. My job is to make this man happy. Make him happy, and make my wife happy.His balls were shaved. Smooth. With a fat tongue I began lathering them. He wriggled a bit. "Oh, shit," he said."Yeah," I heard my wife. From my place licking his balls it was hard to hear her. "You like him there?"The man moaned. "Shit yes. Fuck. Oh." He's into it," my wife assured him. "He's into anything at all. Trust me on this."The man just groaned some more. He slowly.