I backed her across the kitchen, still sucking at hernipple, until she came up against the bar separating thekitchen from the dining room. I reached a...ound her andput my hands on her ass-cheeks, squeezing them gentlywhile I continued to suck her breast. Then I pushedupward slightly and she obediently hopped up andbackwards, pulling herself up onto one of the imitationleather barstools. I groaned and dropped to my knees, pushing her thighsapart, and dove into her sweet pussy. She was very. If i were to have an affair, one would logically assume it would be with her hot younger sister. But, she had a man, and i respected her and my gf and never wanted to go there. Yet, i did end up having an affair, only not with her, with her mother!Her mother had shoulder length grey hair with hints of her former natural red, and was about 5'4 130. She was a recovering alchoholic and had relapse when her husband died and had painful back issues and her landlord raised her rent so she needed a. “Lucy,” I purred, “attend me.”“Yes, Mistress,” my beloved slave-girl purred. She was my treasure. Secaran slaves were so rare. That pale skin was so exotic. I made sure she stayed out of the sun. She shifted, lifting her youthful face. I'd owned her for three years, molding her into the perfect servant. I saw the love in her brown eyes, the smile on her lips, her face delicate, farmed by her soft, brown hair. She pushed my thighs apart, her fingers sending shudders up my body. My heart raced. I. We did talk about her having sex with other men but she wanted to be more selective; meaning, a better lover, a bigger cock, and more time. Two to three weeks passed and I knew something was bothering her, but she refused to talk about it or much of anything she basicly cut me off it was driving me nuts and had me scared as to what was wrong. It took two weeks before she would tell me what was bothering her. Kay started by telling me our fantasies would be staying just that she had no.