I was groaning with uncontrollable pleasure. “OK, George, now lie on your back and take Peter in your rectum.”He lay down, put his legs up and ho...ked them over my shoulders while I penetrated him. I slid in very easily. His cock was hard and his balls rolled around from side to side, up and down. I had to be careful not crush them as I thrusted. I put my hand round the base of his shaft, and scarcely managed to get it round completely, as it was so thick at the base. George was in seventh. Now though, he found himself fantasizing about how things might be.He was massaging the shampoo into his scalp as he pictured Emma, nude on all fours above him, when he was startled by the real-life Emma pushing into the shower behind him. He nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned towards her.“Easy, boy. Keep washing that hair of yours. I’m only here to help clean the rest,” she said.She took the bar of soap from the little shelf built into the wall and lathered up her hands as Brent. I could see the tears well-up in her eyes, she had been caught and there was no escaping, my own panties through the years have been soiled in a similar fashion, so I knew the tell-tail signs, every mother does, it's our own 'CSI on our daughters knickers', thing.'Put them into the wash', I said and threw them to her, she wasted no time in disappearing from my sight, but now I had to put the next stage of my plan into effect, a deep urge of Voyeurism surged within, if she was going to fuck, I. Doubtless the entire staff by now had dropped all their duties to congregate in strategic positions in order to catch every last howling scream emanating from his Lordship’s study and gleefully gloat over the just desserts now being suffered by the despised mistress of the house. Carol was keeping a careful count of the number of strokes delivered in her head. She, more than any of them, had reason to detest her Ladyship and she was relishing the spectacle of her beating. Furthermore they would.