The dishes done he locked both back and front doors, then led me to the main bedroom. Sending me to empty myself on the way, as he said the hours for ...me would be long enough without the need to be toileted. I arrived in my own bedroom knicker-less to find him busy setting up two cameras on tripods, his usual one with the repeat timer and a movie camera that he had brought from home for this weekend. “Fetch the clothing” he said with a grin and proceeded to place in the corner a steel pipe about. “Just stand right there Matt.” He did as I said with a smile on his face. I slowly stripped off my shirt and tossed it off to the side. I played with my tits for a few moments; my sons’ eyes were glued to me. “Do you want me to take my bra off Matt? Would you like to see my tits?” He gave a wild nod ‘yes’ with his head. I crossed my arm across my tits. “Oh no Matt, you have to ask me.”“Mom, take your bra off. Please take off your bra.”“Why?”“I want to see your tits. I would really love to cum. Cori then asked for quiet and said she had some more to say. She told the ladies how makeup has the power to transform the ordinary into the extraordinary. She asked them all to remember the difference between how they looked in the morning and how they looked after they made themselves up. She talked about how self-image was linked to earthly concerns and how God had a different view. Then she said she had another surprise. She said "You all know just what makeup can do and the wonderful power. It makes the pancakes a perfect size. As soon as I saw the bubbles begin to appear, I lifted the corner of one. It was golden brown, so I flipped them and pulled out two plates, and some butter and maple syrup. I didn't recognize the brand, but it said 'from Vermont' on the label, so I guessed it would have to do. Damn Yankee syrup. I'd make sure that I got me some good cane syrup stocked on board when we got back to Tennessee.I loaded the pancakes on two plates, and carried everything to their.