She cupped her hand over his ear, whispered so he could barely hear her. “On the balcony, you make me grab the railing and bend over. You spank me w...th your belt. Then you take my ass.” The words came out of her mouth in a mad rush, piled one on top of the other, like she couldn’t stop it.“Oh, you are such a naughty little slut.”She was so fucking turned on, going mad. They rumbled into another station.“You better hurry. Our stop is coming up.”The couple got off, and thankfully no one got on.. "do you mind doing my lower body too? I don't think I got it very well" Lower body? Like... your legs and... butt"? "Lol yes daddy, do you mind"?"Oh, no I guess not" he said before starting on my shoulders and slowly working his hands across my bare back. His hands felt really nice as they rubbed across my shoulder blades, down my spine, and then up and back on my ribs. Then he put his hands on my hips and seemed to pause for a second before rubbing lotion into my butt. He rubbed me in a big. They knew what we had been doing lately at least as well as we did ourselves. It was Friday night, and after cocktails and hors d’oeuvres, Mom served a beautiful dinner. It was French haute cuisine, and was superb. She hastened to inform us that the dinner was due to Kris’s coaching.Finally we were just sitting around the dining table enjoying coffee and cognac when Mom reached out both hands, one to me and the other to Kris. Then looking into Kris’s eyes she asked, “When are you and Cam. Marshall!” A low, tortured groan coming from a concave in the back of the building about fifteen feet away, behind a large dumpster. She walked carefully toward it so her high heels wouldn’t click on the asphalt.“Oh yes, Mrs. Marshall!”She peered around the corner of the dumpster and almost gasped. Paolo was facing the far wall with his back to her, his right elbow jerking crazily. His hand was hidden in front of him, and his hips were rolling in an awkward motion.“I love you, Mrs. Marshall!.