He gave me a slave for the weekend. Right now that's not my husband, or even Bill. He is just my sex slave." Wow!" said Brenda and continued to stare....I was humiliated on one level and my face flushed. But on a deeper level I was thrilled to be on display as a sex object. I knew that my body, although not buffed, is attractive. My cock is only average in size, but shaved and hard as it was I was proud of how I must appear. My cock twitched. "I think he's glad to see you." Mistress said with a. Can’t have classified stuff in there.’ She rummaged around in the huge bag she held on her arm. Jo nudged me and nodded at the bag. It was a Michael Kors. I’ve no doubt it was expensive and I’d be hearing about it later. Jo had a thing about expensive handbags. We have the largest collection of top end fakes this side of the continental divide I think, all courtesy of Mike. It had even got to the point where Jo would send him texts with images of the real bags she wanted, and Mike would find. Finally, Nurse Cloë, who had looked after both girls for as long as Lizzy could remember, nodded that she too was aware of Lizzy’s adoption, with tears running down her own cheeks. Everybody knew that Lizzy was adopted, that her “Daddy” was not her natural father. Everybody knew, that is, everyone except Elizabeth.Lizzy had long ago accepted that Molly was only her half-sister. “Daddy” married his second wife, Molly’s Mummy Mavis, when Lizzy was about five. Lizzy called Mavis Mummy immediately,. I found myself turned on by both sights and, looking around to make sure it was okay, I took out my own hard cock. She had her hand on his by this time and was slowly stroking it while she teasingly talked. They seemed to come to an agreement and then something really shocked me: she bent over and took his cock into her mouth! I was so naive back then that I had never even thought about that possibility. It was too much and I blasted cum onto the bush and the ground. Quickly zipping up I.