I go in and get in bed. Turn on a bedside light to read a little before going to sleep. I hear Jenny start her shower. As I lay there reading the thou...ht of her nude popes in my head and my manhood starts to stir. I turn the page on my book and push her out of my head. I hear the water turn off and Jenny comes out of the bathroom and goes in to the living room. I drift to sleep with the light on. Sometime after 11 o’clock I awake to a quit knock on the door. I say come in Jenny opens the door. The titillated Fossy being a tit man, thought he could see the shape of a white brassiere through the threaded garment. She smelled divine.Ryan stood back letting her dictate the conversation having removed, sniffed and licked his glove and wishing he could do the job without the latex. Alice was a bright woman and her animated expressions when briefing Fossy, didn’t fit the calm square featured face usually on show. Her hair was a deep auburn to black colour, always beautifully styled, full. Quickly catching up with his Mistress, the slave wonders how she could have realised his deep, secret yearning to be manhandled by a strong, dominant Master. "Strip and then stand here," the Mistress commands and the slave promptly obeys, pulling off his street clothes and assuming an open leg stance at her side whilst watching the Master stride over. "So this is the boy you were telling me about?" the Master asks. "Yes, he took to blowing my other boy like a proper little whore so I thought. “Do it now, honey,” my mother said and looked at me with big pleading doe-eyes as she opened her legs wide, just for me.I was going to enter my mom, for real. She was watching alertly and attentively as I did it, one hand on my hips and the other ready to give assistance, although I needed less of it than I would have thought. I felt my mother’s pubic hairs against my shaft as I slid naturally into the familiar warmth of her vagina. When I was safely inside, mom bit her lip adorably, moved her.