I kept quite and didn’t moved too. Rahul was very slow in his rhythms of fucking my ass. He squeezed my waist and it was very pleasurable for me. Th...en he moved his hands under my top and till my breasts and he slightly squeezed my right breast as I am sleeping to his left side and facing my ass towards him. i went on squeezing, I said nothing and thought that I am in deep sleep and started to squeeze harder. OHHH! it hurt me with lot of pleasure. He just went on squeezing and fuck over clothes. My cock was already rock hard at the prospect of doing what she told me, whatever that may be. She rummaged in there for a minute and pulled out her 7" rabbit vibrator and her 9" red cock-like dildo. Next she laid on her back with her head on her pillow by my cock and told me to wank for her. I jumped at the chance to touch my cock and started to slowly play with it in my left hand, all the while looking down at my Mistress who was watching me, with her beautiful tits with erect nipples rocking. I initialed and signed as indicated, reaching finally a photography page. Paper clipped to it was a thin folder. Curiosity got the better of my normal practice, and I removed the folder before reading the attached sheet. One look inside made up for the whole morning.I recognized the scene immediately. It was a photograph of Cynthia, though no identifying features were visible. I had just let her hair down and was massaging her foot. The composition of the shot was very simple, but exquisitely. But Suzanne stood there smiling and friendly, apparently oblivious to the look being directed her way. "Oh, hi, Christine. Amy said you'd be coming. Let me go get her."Christine suppressed her true feelings towards Amy's mother, even managing a smile, although not a very convincing one. "Hi, Mrs. Pestridge. Thanks. That would be great."Suzanne turned toward the stairs and shouted, "Aaaaaimmmy! Hooooney Pie! Christine is here!" Then she turned back. Looking at Christine's suitcase, she said.