You look slightly shocked but have a mischievous grin on your face. You reach inside your blouse and start gently twisting your nipple to erection. I ...m so fucking turned on at this point. Very cautiously you release your breast from the bra cup and I finally get a sight of you breast and stiff nipple. I smile and groan in an uncontrolled sexual way and reach down to squeeze my hardening cock... By this time I realise there only the three of us in the carriage. The girl is. I saw it on a fucking porn website. One of those ones where they wear masks and pay the girls to do stuff.” I shuddered at the memory of stumbling across it while jerking off less than an hour ago, and felt numb and unreal standing in Rachel’s room instead of Susie’s yet again. “Wait, are you fucking serious?” Rachel asked. She was genuinely shocked. I nodded. “No fucking way,” she said. I nodded. “Susie?” she asked, agape with furrowed brow. “Feminist. I woke up much earlier than I usually did on the weekends. My head swam lazily, warmed between two pillows, and my eyes resisted repeated attempts to open them. If I didn't have to pee like crazy, I would have simply fell back to sleep. Something else was going on too. I had an erection, but it felt so strange. Eventually I struggled for full consciousness and opened my eyes. I saw mother, stark naked, sucking on my erect prick like it was manna from heaven, and she was finger fucking herself. My Master hadn’t mentioned the power hour yet so I was still waiting for my orders. ‘Gentlemen, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my power hours are one of the highlights of the year. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her power hour debut. She has no idea what’s ahead for her but I’ve no doubt that you’ll all soon show her the ropes.’ My breathing had quickened. I didn’t like the tone of my Master’s voice. He was smiling but I knew that look. Things were.