.. If you know what I mean,” she said with a look to me.“All right. Simone, you’re on in her place. Are you ready?” I said. “Yeah. Time to g...t money,” she said.“Get your money, baby girl. You got this."I began to turn around and go back where I came from when my keen sense of hearing heard moaning...“Ugh. Mmm, mmm, mmm. Ugh...” “Yeah, keep doing it. Keep doing that shit. Yeah. You’re a nasty slut, ain’t you? Ain’t you?” a deeper voice said.I looked at one other door slightly ajar. It was Becky. I don't want to worry about leaving shit on my man's cock, both because he doesn't like it, and because I wouldn't want to eat it." Exactly! So how do you prepare?" Well sir, it's a two-step process for me. Before I leave home, I go with an enema to empty myself out. And then, just before we get to the sex, I use a douche to deal with anything that might have appeared in the intervening time. It's worked every time." Then can you recommend products of each sort? And anything else I might need?". " She looked around a second."This place is in a mess, you'll have to clean it up." I noticed hereyes move to the table and the gag, cuffs and dildo. Her smile widenedevilly. "Strip sissy, do a nice striptease for me, let's see what youlook like."I paused, palling, surely not."You don't want me to tell your Master you've been a naughty girl doyou?" It was more than a threat, I think she would have actually enjoyeddoing it.Slowly, in abject embarrassment I removed my clothes, starting with. I pushed a little more and got another little cry. One more push and I was all the way in and then I settled down to just fucking her. Was it weird fucking my mother? Yes, but no weirder than what had taken place to bring me to her bed in the first place. I'd been doing my sister for some time and hadn't been hit by a bolt of lightening. What I did think about was what it was going to be like living in that house from now on and I wondered if I could handle that.On the bed under me mom had.