‘And I got to meet one of his brothers and a couple of their friends last night.’ ‘Woah,’ she said as she took a gulp of her drink. ‘Meeting...the family. That’s big. Huge. But, you know, men never really change. He’s bound to do something stupid and fuck it all up … a month from now, a year from now … or he’ll go all soft on you and stop fucking you like the tramp whore you so like to be when you’re with him.’ I started smirking, and then started laughing way too loud. I told her she was right. That's all you'll be allowed to wear while you’re doing chores for me, understand?” she asked as she shuffled the pictures in front of her."Yes," was my weak reply."Yes, what?" she asked menacingly.Confused but quickly realizing what she wanted, I responded with, "Yes, Ma'am."“Good, now strip down and go fire up the mower, then weed eat, rake the yard, sweep the driveway, then wash my car,” she instructed.Feeling very vulnerable and embarrassed, I stripped down as instructed and went outside to. Whenever we've talked, she's told me she misses him, and is afraid that she's forgetting what he looked like. He's been gone a long time. Maybe she is starting to put him behind her."At the house, the first person we ran into was Elizabeth. She was packing her things into the limo parked in front of the house. Hans had been forced to take Mama's car to go get my parents because the back seat of the limo was stuffed with Elizabeth's stuff. Elizabeth looked upset because she knew Mama wasn't. She brought her hand down and grabbed Natalie’s cock through her skirt. She felt how hard and warm and throbbing it was and started rubbing it slowly through the thin material. Scarlett rubbed the head of Natalie’s cock, causing a wet patch of pre-cum to appear on Natalie’s skirt. Natalie was becoming breathless, completely focussed on Scarlett’s teasing, frozen in place by the sexual torture. Not being able to take any more, she hiked up her skirt so it was above her dripping shaft, grabbed.