"Martin you realize that I have to do this today, and so do you. I don'texpect you to accept it, but I will expect you to cooperate. OK?" shesaid with... another soft smile.Martin shook his head in agreement."OK, That's good. Now we don't want to have to do this again do we?" shesaid. "At least not today."Martin shook his head no."That's good. Now, we will finish up your box time and then we need toget your hair set in curlers. OK?"Martin's eyes got big as she flipped the leather blindfold down. There was a video recorder hooked into the system and Roxanne hit the record button. If something illegal were going down, it would help to have a record.At first, Roxanne could only see the back of the new arrival's head. Just enough to tell that she had short, curly brown hair and was just an inch or so shorter than Kathy. Then she turned so that the camera could get a good look at her and Roxanne realized she knew the second woman as well. Actually, recognized would be a better term since. Scott knew something was either very wrong or very very right. It was amazing that she just believed him like that with so much evidence against him. He had to leave this party now. He wanted to find out exactly what was going on in the privacy of his own dormroom. He wanted to know exactly what was going on before he did anything else. He also had a feeling that he didn’t want too many other people finding out about this. The only loose end was that girl who had been sucking his dick up until. " Ritchy, please, don't..." Come on, Mom. You know you wanna show me your cunt."A shudder swept through her. Holding her skirt with her elbows, she reached for the waistband of her panties. She began to tremble."Ritchy, I don't want to take them off," she sobbed softly. "Honey... please. Don't ask me to..."Her eyes caught sight of his cock standing out of his open fly. It was thick and long, with a swollen head that was dripping pre-come. With a moan, Roxie pushed at her panties, sliding them.