The basement apartment was the domain of a funny little man with a crooked back called simply Pierre.Pierre was more the face of the school because he...was the one who daily hauled out the metal cans for the bin men and attempted to keep the small outside garden organized with something less than a green thumb. He was the one to receive the deliveries from the tradesmen and who turned away vendors seeking an audience for peddling their wares.There was a constant steam of posh, upper class young. It happened during one of the first years of the war, after the orcs had unhealed their armies of goblins, bugbears and other fast breeding races, but before we elves got our thrall armies together. So the battlefields saw fights of few dozen or hundreds of true orcs leading and giving the mage support to armies of thousands or tends of thousands of lesser facing groups of dozens or hundreds of of true elves bolstered by things like few dozen summoned elements and demons.This was bit after the. Her tits are a very full C pushing D cup. With a sweet bald pussy and a small vibrator in her hand, She jumps up and rips the headset off in surprise and screams, “what are you doing in here dad!?” I told her, I came to get her car keys, since she didn’t answer when I called and the keys weren’t where they were supposed to be upstairs. She’s trying to cover herself in embarrassment. I told her, there is no need to cover up as I drop my towel, exposing my thick swollen cock to her. Her eyes get. His hands seized her ass, squeezing it like it was his property.It was. Mom was his slave. She wore a choker around her neck, a heart-shaped pendant dangling from it. She had worn it every day that I could remember. Sometimes I wondered if she took it off to sleep. It was the symbol of her submission.And soon I would get my own.Disappointment soured through me. I hoped I would be Daddy’s new slave, replacing Mom, but it was clear that he loved her so much. I blinked away tears as they kept.