She knew that they would find out about her special relationship with Master Stephen eventually, but she had hoped to do it in a subtle way. She knew ...hat her parents would not understand the complexity of the relationship. Hell, she thought to herself, half the time even I don’t understand our relationship. It was a love-hate relationship. She loved it when she was being rewarded and hated it when she was being punished. Jennifer had always known that she was somewhat submissive. She didn’t. ‘Martelle darling, come and say hello to Julia, she’s my new discovery and she’s coming out with us tonight.’ Martelle was model-thin and very, very tall even in flat sandals. She double-air-kissed me, whispering, ‘You’ll enjoy tonight, promise.’ Her straight blonde hair was cut sharply into the back of her neck but left long at the front in a steep, well-defined wedge and the tendons of her neck and shoulders stood out prominently. In fact, everything about her was slender and highly-stressed,. "Yes Mrs. Thompson." She smiled as I said this. "Stevie, I love hearing you call me Mrs. Thompson with your thick young cock burried in my poop chute." She said as she opened her eyes. "Go ahead stevie, fuck it. Fuck my dirty asshole!" I had been waiting for her to say this. I begin to pump her slowly at first, she had other ideas.As I was halfway out of my best friends moms asshole, she plunged back onto my cock. "You're up my ass Stevie. When a woman like me lets you up her ass, she wants to. I loved being blind to his actions and bound, totally at the mercy of his mood. The anxiety overwhelmed me.He tugged on both clamps at once, pulling a muffled moan from deep inside of me. The weight on the bed shifted and he was over me, his hands on either side of my arms. Sir's breath warmed my face and his teasing tongue ran over my top, then bottom, lip. I shivered. The bed moved around me as he rose from the mattress. "Put your legs down," Master said from the bedside. I obeyed. I could.