Chloe swung off the bed and turned to face where I was framed in the doorway – stricken, appalled, mesmerised, and (yes, I admit it) also partly aro...used, my pussy tingling strangely. My daughter did not seem in the least surprised to see me – I didn’t know for how long she had been aware of my presence, but clearly for some time, and it had not made her pause for a second in her sexual ravishing of my adored lover. She stood with her legs apart and arms akimbo, wearing her smart black leather. Thank you,” she said. Her smile was nice and relaxed. I leaned against the hood of the car and pulled her back to me, her breasts hot against my naked chest. My hands reached to grab her jiggling ass when we kissed again. She ran her fingers through my chest hair, twisting it into curlicues once, twice, three times. Then they roamed and wander down my ab, sides, and to my pants. In seconds she had them unbuttoned and I kicked out of my shoes so I could step out of the slacks. I even took off my. That was his way of saying thanks for beingthere for him.” Mother was not surprised about me getting over my angertowards him for his manhandling. “Dear, you know they say a hard dick has no conscience. Well,when your man see’s you’re a little hesitant to goalong with his program, especially when he has an achingthrobbing dick, he might give you a little attitudeadjustment to see things his way. And that’s all thathappened between you. You’re right. I replaced the bra then helped him into a nice tight tee shirt,pulled down his knickers and tights and rolled each of the condoms overhis penis. He flinched when he felt the cold dampness on him but Ididn't give him an explanation. I then started to assemble the chastityon him, over the top of the condoms. At the last minute I filled thesmall amount of space in the locking section with the chemical from thesyringe, then closed it all up.I redressed him in tights and pants, them painted his.