‘Coffee?’ ‘Yes, please; just milk,’ I replied. The sexual tension in the room was so high; we both knew why I was there. Jean was now dressed ...in a short silk robe, tied with a bow at her hips. As she bent over to get a cup out of the cupboard, her short robe rode up her back; she had nothing on underneath. As she stood up, still facing the counter, I moved behind her, my right hand slipping into the front of her robe, my left hand firmly place on her left buttock. As my hand slipped in her robe. They lived in Washington a few days back, and then the business dried up there which forced the family come in LA, with the handsome money they have earned, buy a big mansion over here and plan to start a new venture. . "Did someone come in?" she asked when she returned to me. She was wrapped in an oversize towel and still dripping wet. I told her I'd heard someone and she disappeared down the hallway. When she came back, there was a whole new look on her face. She untied my hands, finally, but told me to stay down on my hands and knees. In her hands was a wide collar and a dog leash. She buckled the collar around my neck and ordered me to follow her. I was led like a dog out of her office and into the living. Once more Nancy answered in the affirmative and I continued to move my finger until it now found the entrance to her sticky cunt."Did you ever play with your cunt with your fingers and then let Liz suck on those fingers?" I enquired, noting that Liz's eyes suddenly shot wide open. Instantly Nancy shot me a look and as she said no she shook her head as if confirming her answer. Now Liz had begun to blush at the thought of tasting her own mother's cunt juices as if it had turned out to be one of.