I don’t want to destroy her identity, I want to own her identity.??Okay.?After retrieving her possessions, they drove to the Arnesons’ house. This...was it. I was a slave now.?Will I live in the slave quarters?? I asked. I knew the Arnesons had two other slaves – Maria the housemaid, and Charles the driver.?She’s your slave, Melissa,? Mr. Arneson said. ?You set the rules.??Thanks.? Melissa turned to me. ?OK, I know it’s what everyone supposedly does, but we’re not doing the whole ‘Yes, Mistress,’. My shirt, just visible beneath my jacket was the same shade as her dress. We couldnt more obviously be a couple. I bowed extravagantly to her, and helped her into my carriage. It has a new model, with wheels that were suspended from the body in such a way as to minimize the jostling on cobbled streets. It was fully enclosed, but had several windows. Many people would see us, but we could converse in perfect privacy, which was excellent, because I didnt want anyone else to listen in on our. ”She looked through the glass panel, “I hope someone is watching us.”“My neighbour, Carrie, lives just up and to our right. She watched Jackie and me fucking the other night.” Rita looked to the upper balcony wondering if they had an audience.Rita’s eyes sparkled as they continued the loving union of Mother and Son. Her hands smoothed over his back and sides and she’d frequently guide his head lower to suckle on her nipples.The erotic experience of fucking his mother was too much for John, and. I arched my back and grunted, panting with each one. My butt came off the bed and Nollie rose with me, still sucking my clit. She held me in the air, cupping my butt and lashing my clit with her tongue. Her finger went deeper, and I squealed once and lost all my air. I stayed tensed for maybe five or six seconds - which seemed like forever - and fell back on the bed. My nipples hurt and I rubbed them absentmindedly while Nollie kept licking me and murmuring her soft little sounds.I was relaxed.