00-17.00. Not overly surewhat to pack I go into the loft the night before and pack a suit case, Ihave some lingerie, corset, stockings a couple of sk...rts and my maidsoutfit with my make-up and some heels. Friday night was a restlessnight for me, too much running through my mind, I had an idea of whatmight happen but the mind always races with what might be.The Saturday before the taster, I had woken up super early, 04.00 early,this in itself was incredibly out of character, checking my phone. " "Mo….um Sara could I ask something and it not seem real weird?" Bree asked sheepishly "Well I'm straddling my son with my ass right in his face. Yes I wishing I didn't have my jeans on so he could use his tounge all over my ass and pussy. Top that with being turned on by the thought of your sexy body, and you impelled so deep on his cock. What could possibly be weird at this point?" Sara spoke looking deep into Bree's blue eyes. "I need a little help. I am horny but this kinda mess the. “Mistress, what about me?!?”She sauntered around the pit, coming to a stop on the other side; in James’ view for the first time. “What about you?” she asked playfully. “I should leave you in there for only giving me two orgasms. Not to mention you just said “no” to me.”“I didn’t mean to—Mistress, I’m sorry!” he stammered “Please, help me!”She reached down with her left hand and began rubbing her cock once again, mud and cum squishing around her fingers as she stroked the slick monster. She. Seconds later, I heard the clip clop of her slippers on the stairs. I lost all sense of bravado and manliness, wanting to run away.Unfortunately, I guess, Mom was at the doorway, blocking my exit, before I could make my legs move. I looked at her in silence. My mother wasn’t dressed as she had been the last time I saw her. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and matching nearly worn out sweat pants.Mom was the first of us to break the silence.“Thank you for the sandwich and coffee.”Apparently I.