I was a goddess now. I didn’t have to clean up after other people’s messes. Never again would anyone walk over me.“Mommy-Mistress,” Alison sai..., kneeling down beside my chaise lounge chair a few hours later, “the house is clean. And that whore is hiding in the closet crying. She’s not happy we took away her dress.” Alison had a satisfied smirk on her face. “The carpet is still wet, but drying from the shampoo.”“No stains?” I asked.Alison shook her head.“Good.” I stood up. “Well, let’s get. ”She carries on, “I am sorry sir, but I do gag a little and need to pull back after about a minute, but recovering quickly you are fully back in my mouth to go on. You feel my fingers pressing your taint and being so deep into my throat, you let out a yell of satisfaction, and I feel your sperm squirting down my throat. I have to pull back a little so to be able to swallow it all as it keeps cumming and cumming.” Emma is winding her story down now.Donald, at the moment Emma says that his. She was remembering vaguely, something about guilt driving a person away and that had to do with her husband, and now there was something in Kevin's tone that told her before his words did that he had seen Tom. Trying not to raise her chin, Liz looked from the top of her eyes around the crowded room for a sign of her husband, but most of the corners and the faces were so in the dark that it would be impossible to find him, she decided, unless he fell over them here on the couch, God forbid! She. She COULD NOT BELIEVE that she had made a verbal slip like that. Especially in front of her boss. Sure, she had always thought that he was devilishly attractive, and even at times had worn certain pieces of clothing because she had seen how he had started at her breasts in a certain shirt, or at her ass in a certain pair of pants when he thought that she was not aware. She thought that he had a thing for lingerie, so she had gotten in the habit the last couple of years of wearing very lacy bras.