Having expected to find spoiled rich kids, he was pleased to see that their kids didn’t act spoiled. Harry and their daughter had called him, Mr. Mc...ullum and his wife, Mrs. McCullum. When answering questions, they used sir and ma’am. They didn’t make little comments about how much money they had. Harry had even mentioned getting a part-time job. That had impressed him.There had even been an amusing incident when the daughter’s date had arrived. Greg had asked the young man if he enjoyed. Syria shook her head in shame. “Let me guess; you thought that it would be easier to leave them if you didn’t see their faces when I killed them?” She grabbed Nyra’s hair and pulled her face up so that she could see the horrifying scene. “Look closely; this is what you can expect for the remainder of your life. You should be glad that I showed you now, and not later; because I can promise you that this is going to look like a pretty painting compared to what you will witness in the near. .oh SHIT..."OH SHIIIITTTTT!!" What's wrong dear, are you al..."The words died in her throat as she felt something warm splash her shoulder blade and neck. She was confused at first and it took her a moment to realise the warm liquid was coming not from the shower head but from her son's cock head. She looked down at the huge piece of meat pulsing in her hands as another rope of cum blasted out, splattering her left breast, before a third splashed into the valley between her boobs. She stood. I got dressed and went to work.After another mindless morning my phone rang.It was Carol."How do my panties feel?" She asked."I don't know. I am not wearing them," I replied."I know but I am learning magic" she said. "Go to the bathroom and takeyour trousers off. If you are wearing my panties you will buy your ownpanties for the rest of the week. If you are not I will dress as a FrenchMaid and greet you when you come home. Deal?" Deal," I said. I found French Maids really sexy and I could.