Where Jessica had been a loving, warm and tender Mistress, more concerned about Sierra's pleasure than her own, Cathy was a demanding and even sadisti... dominant. Sierra truly served her, providing for her mother's worldly pleasures when her own were delayed and as often as not, forgotten. In the three months since her mother had become her mistress, Sierra had been given to the horses only once. Stormy had performed admirably, filling her with semen, but Mistress Catherine had denied the girl. “Did you dance with anyone?” He closed the distance between me and the bed in a split second. “Just the girls.” I backed up and found myself trapped against the wall. This wasn’t like him at all. My heart started to beat harder. The temperature in the room jumped twenty degrees. “Just the girls?” Had he gone out to see why I was out so late? When his text messages stopped, I just assumed he had fallen asleep. “You were out pretty late.” Had he gone out and somehow found where I was? Had he. Over and over again, I moved my head as I sucked him. He put his hands on the sides of my head and began to pump himself into me. I was getting fucked.When he was ready, he almost screamed out as he erupted into my eager mouth. I locked my lips as I did not want any of it to spill out and ruin my pretty blouse. He filled my mouth. I did not know what to do, as he seemed to have more to give me.I swallowed his cum, knowing that I was receiving inside of my body what women have taken from their. When she did, I said, "Stay just like that! Now look in the mirror at what he got to see." When she looked up, I could tell then, that she knew he'd seen all of her tits. At first she was pissed. She was going on about the next time she saw him, she'd tell him she didn't appreciate him looking down her top like that. I told her she should be proud, that he was interested in looking at them and how it was a compliment to her. She seemed to settle down after a while and the subject was dropped. .