By listening to this my already erected tool got even more hotter, I just pulled Kav and started pressing and kissing her yummy melons. Again she aske... me to control my emotions and to have a nice hot shower. I obliged to her request and went to take a shower. I was too desperate to masturbate but somehow controlled my desire since I had to satisfy two sex hungry women’s. As I was done with my shower I just wore a boxer to cover my tool ( for name sake) and only towel to cover my body chest. They still had a few servants, but most had fled long since. Maggie’s mother had passed away several years before the war. Maggie ran a brush through her fair locks and secured them at the nape of her neck in a bun. Her dress was somewhat out of fashion, but suitable for working at home or the hospital. Her bountiful curves strained the worn fabric but her beauty was timeless, and, as her father had told her many times, would probably remain so. She was the mirror image of her mother, who had. Mom walked over and sat down on the bed.“Mom, what’s going on?”“Marcy, there is a lot I need to explain to you, so I’ll just start at the beginning. Two years ago I met Janet, (that’s madam to you.) at a lesbian bar, I didn’t know she was into women. We started talking about you and the school, the conversation turned to sex. The next thing I know we ended up back at her place, and we made love all night long.In the morning she made me breakfast. As we were eating the front door opened up, in. “Kneel for me now, David.”I kneel as instructed, and as I lower my head, the swish of her skirt and the click of her heels on the exposed wood of the floor tell me she has left the room.What has she in mind? I stare at the floor before me, trying to keep my mind blank, but there is no escaping my burning skin and the dark apprehension her unrestrained use of the crop and sensual enjoyment of pain has awakened within me.It is surely just seconds before the click of her heels tells me she has.