“I have to call all men Sir and all women Ma’am when I am in service mode,” Mom shrugged like that term should make sense to me. I asked her why... she didn’t call us Ma’am and my asshole brother said it was because he had commanded it.I didn’t want my mom to call me “Ma’am” anyway. It would only feed into her fantasy that she should be doing any of this in front of us.“If you girls are going to stay out here, then Mom has work to do. She is giving back to the community,” Luke sneered at us. We sat at the back of the bus, which was nearly empty, with Angie in the seat next to the window, looking down I gazed at her stocking clad legs and wondered what she would do if I slid a hand under her skirt. The answer was a smile, as my hand slid up her leg Angie looked at me, glanced around the bus then nodded at me, her lips curving into a smile of anticipation. Slowly I slid my hand up the material of her stocking, under the hem of her dress and onto the bare flesh of her upper thigh, my. Instead, I started to strip, playing with my breasts as I exposed them. I lustfully pried away my tank top clutching one at a time, rubbing my entire chest with my one free hand. The thought of an audience, especially one who had been lusting after me for at least six years was a major turn on. I was definitely playing to him, and I caught a glint of an eyeball in the crack of the door,the light from my room reflected just enough to confirm I had my target audience.I kneeled on the bed exposing. I wanted to get up and smack him around again. I would have if I thought I could get near him. Mandy gave him a very vile look and was crying when she looked at me.Mandy was called up to give her statement. She told the judge that she worked with Ralph. He would come on to her pretty often and she always refused his advances. Lately he was telling her that her husband was cheating on her. She refused to believe it and even told Ralph that she had talked to me about it. Then, one day Ralph came.