These folks are all professionals and have seen it before. They have a job to do and so do you. So let’s get the underwear on and the shoot under ...way. Time is money, people.”This urgency in his voice found an audience who then stared at Sally who was still in her street clothes. She muttered “just for a start” to herself as she disrobed, sliding her bra from her shoulders artfully and quickly snatching up the black lace number for the shoot, settling the cups in place on her ample boobs.The. She roamed the restaurant, taking pictures of the staff and some of the patrons, especially Alan's friends from the university. Even Laurie came by to see how her former working girl was doing.After checking in with some of the staff, Marissa retreated back into the office. The opening was out of her hands now. She and Alan had poured their hearts and souls—not to mention a whole lot of money—into this venture over the past two and a half years. They had hired good people. They bought the best. As the afterglow weakened, I began to think of how exciting it might be to tie Sally up right here, outdoors and have a session of lust. We talked quietly for a while until the shadows grew longer and I suggested it. I knew immediately by her reaction that the notion excited her. She suddenly had a wicked sparkle in her eyes. What? You mean right here? How could that work? Well it could. Theres enough twine here and the bungee cords for the cooler would do it. She glanced around and I knew she. I spoke of how the same would likely happen to mom if we didn’t intervene somehow. My wife had role-played my mother in some of our sex scenarios in the past and she knew of my lust for mom. She was finally convinced that it would be ok but only while she was present, she wanted to be assured that my affections were not being stolen from her. My wife being a bit of an exhibitionist as well as having tasted some pussy herself was convinced that we would give mom a show during our next visit.