She was also wearing super tight jeans and some white tennis shoes on her little feet. She was just slightly taller than her daughter. “How tall o...ur you? My oldest son is almost six foot. He lives with my ex down in Texas.” She said. “About 6ft 4. Depends on the size of my shoes I might be wearing that day.” We both laughed.I almost made her laugh again when I heard Olivia voice getting closer to the table. She sat down next to her mother and took over the conversation. I just sat back. I pulled up my contacts list on the phone and hit send.“Hello?” Brent said on the other end.“Hold on, Brent, let me put you on speaker,” I said. I sat my phone on my lap.“Hi, Em! Hi, guys!” Brent said, his voice loud in the quiet hall. I lowered the volume.“Hi, Brent!” Jess said. “Are you all squared away to watch everything from the station?”“Yep,” he replied. “I’m in my private room used for sleeping. It doesn’t hold anything other than a twin bed, but it’ll do.”“K, Brent,” I said. “Open the. I was witnessing the most obscene thing I could imagine. Nate looked at me as he continued to thrust his big, black pipe in and out of my wife’s needy white mouth, ‘What do you think about your wife sucking my big, black cock?’ he asked, with a smirk, ‘I think she likes it.’ He pulled his rock hard pecker out of Liz’s gulping mouth, ‘How about it?’ he queried. My wife of five years looked up at me, panting, her eyes wild, and her lips swollen and covered with spit and precum, she answered, ‘Oh. Before you enter my house, you are going to beg to be my toilet, and prove that you can swallow everything I give you. Now, slave, I want you to kiss my feet again.”She bent over again, and I told her to lick all the piss off my feet. She hesitated, so I reached out to run my hand across her butt. She started licking my feet. After a minute I asked what she was doing, so she told me that she was licking my feet clean. I asked if it tasted good, but she didn’t answer.I reached down and pulled.