It wasn’t until Jessica poured Mo her fourth cup of coffee that Mo began to suspect anything. Mo could feel that a number of the men and a few of the women in the store were checking out her outfit as she grabbed a basket and hurried to the pharmacy section. Milf sex Mo tried to hurry to the elevator, but the buttplug made it hard to walk quickly, and the sensations from her pussy kept distracting her. She was almost ready to explode when the vibrator turned on as the door opened at her floor and she grabbed her crotch with one hand to try and keep it in while she waddled down the hallway. The note also specified that she wasn’t allowed to use the self checkout, she had to see a cashier. “You don’t want to leave that for the cleaning staff.”
Face burning, Mo walked back to their hotel room carrying the shopping bag and ice bucket full of urine.
