The sudden sound of Gwenneth's voice from behind the door made both me and Delilah freeze instantly. Delilah's ragged breaths hitched in her throat. I pulled my cock out from inside her, hiding my hard length behind her bent-over form.
"I... I'm fine, Gwen," Delilah answered, straining to keep her voice steady despite her panting. "I... I was just stretching. My muscles felt tight."
A wicked idea flashed through my mind. I leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Mom, stand right in front of the door and bend over a little. Hold onto the doorknob!"
Delilah's eyes widened in pure horror. She shook her head slowly, her lips trembling as they formed a silent "no." But the [Slave's Collar] forced her compliance.
