Turning on the cold water I held her hand under the flow and with some satisfaction I watched the glass pushed from the cut and into the sink.“Keep ...t under the water until the bleeding stops” I told her before asking “Where do you keep the first aid supplies Mrs. Verhooven?”It took her a moment to answer as she appeared somewhat confused by the turn of events but she then told me upstairs in the bathroom medicine cabinet. Before heading up there I took a wad of paper towel and covered the mess. No more delays. No more games, manipulations, subterfuge, or anything of the sort. Now, help Mara adapt to life in our house, but be nice to her. She’s my concubine now, so she’s family, too,” I instructed Mother, asserting myself at last.With that, I went to Hannah’s house to speak to her and her parents. I ignored the yet millionth stoning that I had seen all year on the way, even when someone tried to shove a stone into my hands. I dropped the stone and just kept walking to Hannah’s home, a. We thrived on it. Success can be an aphrodisiac and that's how it was with us.Six months in we were no longer content with calling each other sissy names, or teasing, we needed to put something on the line. Something worth striving for besides the commissions. It started with her flashing her perky, milky white, pink budded C cups for me. My latest reward had her masturbating her shaved slit in my office chair. She left a pool of her cum for me to sit on.Last month I was late for a call and. He followed his mother up thestairs and into the softly perfumed boudoir of his beautiful mother, allthe time admiring the sway of her tiny, slim and shapely figure as shewalked on her high, stiletto heeled, court shoes. His erection, the onehe was desperately hoping would go down, only increased in hardness andlength. He had managed though, to move it up so that it lay flat againsthis belly, rearing up almost to his waist, but now, less obtrusive.They entered the room and Lianne sat her son.