I assume that thought crossed your mind.”“Only briefly,” she giggled. “In the meanwhile, Ash, Marcia, and I probably have about fifty or more ...ears of your company and love. What a great deal. I’m glad we found you early and not in another fifteen years when we’re Marcia’s age, or worse when we’re Lisa’s age. Now, stop being maudlin and age conscious. You have two hot, horny women with you. Get with the fucking agenda, or is it fucking is the agenda. That’s it!”Ash spoke from her supine. They did so within a minute and Prashy told, “Mrs. C, its all set. Get the bottle now and sit with us.” I could hear the glasses tingling against each other followed by mom’s voice saying “Okay lets do it then. But remember boys, just one serve and then we pack up. Alright?” which was further followed by the unmistakable sound of scotch pouring into the glasses. I asked Asif where my mom was sitting. Him and Amar were peering through the crack in the door and he told me she was sitting on the. “Go to the fridge and find the butterscotch syrup. I’m going to share a little cream with our neglected friend here.”Lysette smirked compliance and scurried on her assignment, delving into the fridge while Mac moved to the head of the table, his elevated cock casting a shadow across Imogen’s face. The blonde was lolling in her abasement, eyes half-closed and fingers fluttering, as in a vain attempt to grasp hold of her situation. Mac took the container he had set aside and tipped it over. Her skin was feverish and she couldn’t even feel the chill in the air. Her nipples were already as hard as they would get. She could feel them throbbing in time with her heart. “I’m back,” she typed, adding another blushing face. Thunder rolled from far away. Elaine thought maybe the storm had missed them. “Are you sure you want to do this? You are submitting to me for the period of this scene, Elaine. You understand and agree, right?” “Yes. Yes, I do. Please, Sir. Please tell me what.