“I thought you might want to wear it.”“What if she wants the key?”“She may well do. Don’t fret, it’s up to you. You could make her an of...fer. It’s always good to have something to trade.”Andy took the cage and put it on, smiling ruefully when it was in place. “You take the key. If she asks me I can say that I don’t have it on me, I don’t have anywhere to hide it.”Marsha made him fold his clothes and rapidly placed them in a bag. She placed the bag in an open locker in the wall and pressed the. Leslie picked up the bottle and poured me another. "Only twice?" Well," Maggie replied, "we were interrupted by a certain slut and..." Never mind the personal attack, darling, what I want to know... what I need to know is just how well hung is he?" Hey," I blurted, "this is just like before. You two talking about me as if I'm not even here." But you are here, darling," Leslie smiled and placed her hand on my knee. "And if you insist I'll talk directly to you."I was almost mollified by this, but. Then he looked past her to where Jamie’s jacket covered his lap, and he could see the garment rhythmically rising and falling, telling him that his mom was giving his friend a hand job.That was all the motivation he needed, and he quickly shucked his jacket and laid it across his thighs. As soon as his lap was covered, he felt Mrs. Bradley’s fingers find his zipper and pull it down, and in a matter of seconds, his hard cock was sticking up through the opening, with her soft hand wrapped around. “I sure am.”“I don’t have any swimwear with me.”“I have brought all you need babe.”This short exchange contained a lot of information. The fact that Tom was taking her to the special beach and that he had selected her outfit meant she was not going to wear much. She had a small panic attack when she considered he might tell her to walk on the beach naked. She tried to relax, but did not really succeed. Tom was up to something, and that usually meant she would have to push her sexual boundaries..