Other than that there’s work for you to do, there’s food to be eaten and a bed to sleep in and pay to be counted. Understand?”They looked at eac... other.“What work will we do?” asked the same man. The others nodded their heads.“Let’s start with names, I’m Sir Jacob. And you?” he asked the spokesman, a large well muscled man with a scar on his face.“Zeke, sir.”“And you?” he asked the other man, slightly shorter than the other, but with an equally impressive physique.“Jonathon, sir.”“And you,” he. Chambers?" Penny flushed as she realized that by standing up to leave at the exact same moment that Eve spoke she had probably looked like an over-eager teenager being asked to the prom.With a soft laugh Eve responded, "Yes, that's her professional name – I guess you've only ever known her as Mistress Catherine."Flushing still further at her mistake, Penny meekly whispered, "Thank you," as she headed for Mistress Cather ... no, Dr. Chambers' door. At this point, Penny decided, she couldn't. The porch, or veranda as Ihad heard them called before, wrapped around the entire house with theporch steps extending into a cobblestone walkway. Hanging ferns hungabove the wrought iron porch rail. The bricks were white and looked asthough they had just been painted. Eight windows graced the front ofthe house with a small balcony above the green front door, whichaccented the green tin roof. A side porch held a swing and other lushplants. Memories stirred as I looked out over the fields and saw. Man, oh man! A couple of years ago, his mother had brushed those tits against him, and he'd felt the burning of those heavy nipples right through the thin robe she had been wearing. He had jacked off in the bathroom, ideas running riot in his mind about fondling them, maybe even kissing and sucking on them. That time, his semen had exploded before he could catch the sticky stuff in toilet paper, and he had to clean it off the floor.He blushed when his mom straightened up, but couldn't pull his.