She paid particular attention to the bedroom that would be ours. My dad had rather old-fashioned ideas about decoration, and the place was a museum pi...ce dedicated to the nineteen forties. When the decorator had finished the house had metamorphosed into the year two thousand and eight. It seemed bigger, light colours predominated, the kitchen gutted and re-fitted with modern appliances and a conservatory had been built on to the back, a wedding present from Bob. Eve and I settled quite easily. "Yes. That would be my mother."They continued talking for about a minute before Beth finished up. "Yes. I will. Yes. Thank you. That would be very much appreciated."When she finally hung up, she looked very sad. She went and got her mom and with both of us sitting there, she relayed everything she had learned. It would seem that Karl's wife had answered the phone, but then she handed the phone over to her daughter, Clarice. Apparently both the wife and daughter knew all about Brenda and. Here is your uniform. Now take off all your clothes and change into your tight gym clothes with no bra or panties so I can enjoy the view while you clean.”“I will not change in front of you and will not wear gym clothes!”“Then get the fuck out of my house and try to find your way home back to town 50 miles away, through the woods, if you don’t get lost and die and the animals eat you."Sandy knew he had won this time, so she slowly took off her dress. Mike was amazed that she was even more. ?Master, you are fucking the cunt of the slave girl that you own, body and soul, Sir,? the girl gasps again. You move slowly within the slave knowing she is on fire with lust and unreleased sexual desire. You tell the slave to again clean your cock with the slave’s mouth. The slave's cunt is dripping. Your slave wants your cock in that sloppy cunt again. Your fingers slowly slide up and down her folds, drenched with her wetness. You smile... knowing the slave will move and moan...you dip three.