I was then picked up and laid on my back, the next guy got on top of me, pushed my legs behind my head and slid his dick into me, I could feel all the...cum in my twat oozing out and running down the crack of my ass mixing with the cum that was coming out of my ass forming a puddle on the floor. The guy on top of me pounded me hard but not long and in no time he was adding his load to the many that were already in me.After he got off of me I sat up and looked down at the puddle of cum that was on. "That mightmake things a bit easier. I wonder which one he was... or she or whatever." Yeah, here we go. Lady Lysa. Quite a brunette bombshell judging by thispublicity photo. As I recall, she fooled the audience pretty well. Even hada sweet little voice." Can you give me her phone number?" Mark asked almost in desperation. "Itcould help me get things rolling so much faster." No way, Jose. Look, here's her email. With any luck, she'll write you backin a couple of days."The woman gave Mark the. She normally wore a neat, but plain,cotton dress with a white starched apron, but now Jane wore a satindress with a short full skirt over stiff petticoats, and the apron shewore, also satin, was edged with large ruffles. Upon her head was awhite satin cap with ribbons flowing down her black hair, to hershoulders. She was dressed like the French Maid that Robert had seenin the girlie magazine hid under his bed.Jane washed his hair and finally Robert was instructed to get out ofthe bath. He. Eric's daughters were Ann and Beatrice, Ann was his mother's daughter and Bea his sister's. Lydia was now thirty-six and, as her mother did, she looked about twenty-five. Her boobs had grown a bit and were now a nice pair of thirty-four Ds and since she never stopped breast feeding her Master's daughters she was still lactating. She quickly regained her former figure after giving birth to her Master's niece/daughter. Ann was the perfect replica of her mother Emily. She already had large.