”“What say the rest of you?” I asked.“That sounds acceptable to me, what about you Curly?” Calvin asked.“I wonder what she would wager aga...nst that?” He said.“Well the citadel is in need of some serious cleaning. Say a week of being assigned to Thomas to do his bidding.”“A week of hard labor verses a sore rear” Curly scoffed.“It is just a woman you are fighting after all,” I added baiting them even more.“How shall we determine a winner?” J.A. asked.“When you surrender” she replied.They were not. Pauline still used the little table with raised edge that hinged down over her head and secured her into her chair. I felt really grown up because I was allowed sit in my high chair and eat off the big table. After dinner we were placed on the settee and each given our fruit juice as we watched a video before going to bed. Again, there was a scary bit and I surprised myself as I felt my nappy fill with whoopsies as the baddy scared Pauline and me. She also gave a squeak of fright then she. I sat down and my mother knelt in front of me. Her robe had opened and I could see that she had shaved her pussy into a small landing strip since last night.Seeing my mother’s beautiful body, her kneeling before me, and my not having been able to address my erection all day made my cock stood painfully before me.My mother scooted forward and opened my thighs. “Daddy needs to relax.” She then engulfed my cock with her mouth. The warmth and the swirling of her tongue around the head put me in. He kept looking at me, and when I glanced back I couldn't help giving him a smile of approval. I'd been without sex for such a long time that I felt myself being drawn towards him. I tried to think of something else, but my kang kang already wanted him!Our conversation when I ordered a soft drink was sexually charged: just a means of getting me further aroused I suppose. He asked me whether I was satisfied with a "soft" drink, or whether I wanted something "harder". And when I said I might try.