She was 45 years old or around there and had 4 kids. Her kids were all girls starting with 21,17, 12 and then 8 years. Things were normal until the ti...e we started doing the night shift a lot. In the beginning we were but once a month doing the night shift, then it started getting like twice in a week. In between the dull moments, there was always the time for chatting and sometimes enquiring about the other half. At that time I was married, but she was not. Then one evening, she mentioned that. I shook his hand. "It was a privilege Tony, and nobody wanted you to get that 300 more than me. And if it's any consolation you were robbed." Ah, don't matter," he said, "I've bowled enough of them." He grinned. "And anyway," he looked down at himself, "the ten strikes did get me almost dressed." He was only missing his shirt. "And that's not real bad from minus four."As for me, because I was only wearing three articles of clothing to Tony's four, I went from fully dressed to minus two meaning. "You noticed my driver?" She asked."You mean ‘Good Time Sam’?" I answered laughingly. "Your next slave?" No, I mean not yet. He's too useful. Over-sexed and over sure of himself as he is. I have a new project in mind, now that I'm well on the way with Pete. I'm going to change him, but not into a foot slave. That comes later though. Pete is taking up more of my time now and I also need to think of a correct training mode for Sam." Let's go to my office," she continued. She led me to the room. I fuck your ass with my finger as I fuck your pussy with my mouth, and I feel you getting wetter by the minute, as you emit deep and guttural grunts in rhythm with my tongue probing your slick walls. You reach an orgasm faster than I thought you would, and your body is simply spent after you shake, my finger still lodged deep inside your ass, and my face resting against your inner thighs, drenched from your wetness. My cock is now fully erect – I can’t even remember it softening, even after.