Most of all was the pink ring around her anus split by the thong. I had to let her know I was looking "Damn, sorry..but that has got to hurt being th...at pink." She turned blushing realizing the view she was providing even reaching back between her legs pulling the t-shirt up between her legs and holding it. "Found it!" as she turned and crawled back over her hand brushing my tent and she froze looking at it for a second. "I hate to ask you to do this, but would you please put this on my back. It was a Gold Eagle, an honest-to-God ten dollar coin. When Max had been a carpenter, he had sometimes earned ten dollars in a week but he had not held that much money in over a year. Slowly, his hand closed around the coin. He came to his feet and walked slowly and carefully along the alley towards the back of the opera house. He thought furiously. Could he really get work at the opera house? Could he still work as a carpenter, did he still have the eye and the hand of a craftsman?For ten. In fact she started to push back into my dick once in a while. Deep down my mom knew she was a slut. I was fucking her ass like no tomorrow and it felt phenomenal. "Are you almost finished" she asked looking back at me. No is all I could say, I was going to make this moment last as long as I could. She managed to undo her zipper of the costume allowing her luxurious tits to pop out and sway with every thrust I gave her from behind. I guess it was to tight for her and uncomfortable. She looked. Public in the sense that my body would be exposed to a group of people while performing sexual acts. I was very nervous and frightened, but I was assured that if anything went wrong, I would give a signal- we would use the red-light system- and the action would stop immediately. I wore a 36 D black, lacy bra (even though my breasts were 38F) underneath a crisp, white button-up blouse. It took me 20 minutes to attach garters from my fishnet stockings up to my hips and short black skirt barely.