No.

You got her camera and pointed it at her as she finally noticed that it was pointed at her privates, and she started to protest. You took the camera away from your face and told her, “Sit down on the floor and start playing with your pussy. I want some good pictures of you doing that.”

Stacy again started protesting but you didn’t relent – you told her what to do and to do it NOW – all while you were snapping some good **** pictures. You felt a course of strange power run through your body as you stood around this older woman and took pictures of her playing with her pussy.

Then on a random thought you got dressed again, but leaving your bra off and making sure that the top two buttons of the white blouse were still undone. You started chuckling to yourself as you had a slew of random sexual thoughts fly through your mind about what you might want to do with and to the daughter.

You were wondering what she looked like – she sounded good on the phone but voices were deceiving at times. You are almost like Stacy as you started to daydream about the daughter and how you would like to fuck her and lick her. A hand wandered down and started rubbing your clit as your mind wandered with you and the daughter.

You are jolted back to the world at present by the sound of the door closing and the tinny bell ringing as someone entered the store. Stacy was about to get up from the floor with a scared look on her face but you pointed at the floor with the camera. You opened the room door just as the handle was turning and allowed the young woman to enter the room.

She gasped, “Mom! What are you doing? You should be…” and she trailed off as she realized that you were behind her and closing the door. Stacy closed her eyes in utter embarrassment as her daughter finally clued in that something wasn’t quite right here.