Daniella’s three black Adonises were wearing black thong briefs, and – for the moment – nothing else. Daniella herself was dressed in a rather p...ain black corset, leather panties, and boots. Chatsirree didn’t find Daniella that attractive – too many hard lines and flat planes.“Nothing to play with,” she muttered to herself, thankful to see their waitress returning with two large pitchers of icy water.Jason“Mithon accomplithed?”“Yes indeed, Master,” Otter purred. “Lazy subbie bitches – and me –. ”Diane pushed her daughter back on the bed and slid the vibrator under her dressing gown. As she fallen back, her legs were apart and the pink dildo touched her pussy immediately. “Fucking hell!” she said. The expletive had burst out at the sudden thrill of the stimulation.Diane laughed.“Good isn’t it?” she said.Debbie writhed on the bed. The feelings had hit her so hard and so quickly she didn’t even consider the thought that it was her mother doing it. Her dressing gown had fallen open. It was impossible to move at more than a slow walk. The pavements were glazed with invisible, treacherous ice, and even if she wanted to risk a sprained ankle, the crowds of shuffling commuters on all sides of her would make trying to hurry futile.She gazed down the street ahead of her, straining to make out the sign of the place he'd told her about amongst all the others. The brightly-lit shopfronts lit the snow with a false yellow warmth, the flakes like so many fireflies against the black. ‘Good to go?’ I asked as I sat myself down at her desk. ‘Yep!’ She exclaimed excitedly as she jumped up off her bed and came and sat down next to me. She was in her uniform again, just a plain white buttoned shirt and tartan skirt, her socks and shoes already gone. Just as beautiful as I remembered and I was glad I wore jeans this time to cover my growing hard-on. Damn it, getting distracted again. We got to work quickly and shortly after her mum brought us some biscuits and juice. ‘Anything.