Well, we would find out if we could capture LaFrance, and we hoped to pick up Weimar at the same time.They both headed to the rooms with whores the mo...ent they showed up in the saloon. I hoped that his whore would not tell LaFrance that we were looking for him, but Jean assured me that the whores she had talked to had promised not to give us away. They were as appalled by the kidnappings as we were, so we probably were okay. All we had to do was to wait for LaFrance and Weimar to return to the. Mums hand had moved up to the top of my leg just under my bum when she looked at my reflection , i never moved but i seen her look me in the eye then look back down to my crotch . i was hard, not only hard but thee tip of my willy was wet an was making a mark on the nylons ."i'm sorry if i done that " mum said still on her knees "i'm sorry too mum , i could,t help it " i mumbled as i went red in the face .mum started to explain to me not to be ashamed an that it's all part of growing up .her. "Well, are you ready?", I asked. Her eyes were wide, and her breathing got heavy as she managed a soft hiss"Yes". I made her wait in the car while I reopened it, turned on the running lights, sound effects and lit the candles.I ushered her inside sealing the door behind us, and commenced to take her on a tour. Now despite the lack of actors in the rooms, which were bathed in the red and blue running lights and the occasional strobe, she was becoming very excited She listened to the sound. When I was delayed, I kept wondering what the two of you were doing; I felt so stupid, running errands as my wife lay in bed with her lover. When I returned and you told me that you had made him cum with your hand, I was angry; I felt cheated out of watching. Then I realized that this, too, was part of being your cuckold; it didn't matter what I wanted, because you did what *you* wanted. I loved realizing that you had made him cum because you wanted to, not because of me. And I loved being sent.