She slowly slides it in and out lubricating her fanny before she switches it on to rotate. I move to her knee and watch as my mother’s hand moves ar...und her fanny. This is the first time she has felt comfortable with it rotating in her fanny, it’s just on low speed but I can see her lips moving about as it rotates inside her.The ears of the rabbit are rubbing on her clit and she switches them on as well, now my mother seems on cloud nine. She has one hand on the rabbit and the other feeling her. I put on my sexy pink lingerie under a formal, white blouse and a short, grey skirt. I completed my look with a grey jacket to make it my proper 'business' look. Then, I put on my sexy, black 4" heels as I decided it was time I head out of my home to fulfill the task my mistress commanded. Yes, I am one of those girls. I have a mistress. I am one of those slutty girls who love to be someone's plaything and be ordered around. For me, it is not what I have gotten into. For me it's by choice and. She asked me how I felt about it. I told her that I had mused over it for a couple of hours earlier, and come to the conclusion that if it was alright with her, I would be happy to honour Sally’s request. A couple of nights later, Sally was sitting in the lounge room when Sam came and sat beside her. He put his arm around her and turned her face with his other hand and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Oh Daddy, does this mean what I think it does.” “Yes my baby, if it is still what you want,. ” “You could smile a bit, at least,” Greg added with a humorous tone. “You know that we guys pay at least five times what you ladies pay?” “Hmmm, no,” Lola replied. But she had asked herself that. How on earth could the organizers make profit from those 1000 bucks she had paid for three weeks, all included. Now she knew. The men were paying for it. She immediately felt like a peace of meat. Lured here with cheap money to be the play-things for rich men like Greg. Her shock grew further when she.