After I’ve kissed, licked and sucked each toe, and started over again, I hear her put the book on the table. Her hand lifts my chin up, forcing me t... look back into her eyes. She stares into them, looking for something, then smiles with one raised eyebrow. She pats her lap, and I start to climb across her lap, looking forward to the feel of her thighs against mine. She stops me.“Are you wearing underwear?”“Yes. It’s just a thong. Ma’am.”“Take them off, please.” Something about the ‘please’ is. "Sold some slaves, didn't you, at good prices?"Anne nodded. "My stepmother and my sister received most of the money, divided it. I have inherited this place as my third of the estate. I don't have two shillings to rub together." It was an exaggeration but not much of one since most of what she had was paper money of dubious value."I see," said the oldest, waving at the other two. "We're sorry about your father, our condolences. But we really need some support. We expect it, and from some we. I only want what you’re willing to give me.”“I know you feel the pressures of life. The burden that expectations and demands can be. I promise, you will never feel that with me.” His hands wrapping over her hips. “You are to be cherished here and so is your gift. Now that I’ve made my intentions clear, you have a decision to make.”She feels his hands beginning to wander along the curves of her body. He whispers in her ear, “You can tell how much I want you, can’t you? But I need you to say it.. Suck it!" Greg groaned as he lowered his hands and clamped his fingers around Anna's head.She went back to the bulge in his shorts, lip-massaging his dick more methodically. She started at the base of her son's cloth-imprisoned prick, working her way up to the top, then sliding back down to the base again. Over and over she repeated the action until Greg began to lose control of himself. Automatically he started bunching his powerful thighs back and forth, arching his back to force his cock.