"Yes, Mistress," he replied dutifully. "And don't call me Mistress in front of others. Call me Margot." "Yes, Mis... I mean Margot," h... said, as nervous as I was. He finished his breakfast, cleaning the table as expected. We went to the garage, I noticed that his clothes hinted at his remarkable physique. I would have to remember to dress him more modestly to avoid unwanted attention. As we drove to his new school, we practiced using my first name. I pulled into. I wasn't all that excited about having dinner with a repo man, but what the hell, like he said I had to eat anyway.I went into work that night and found that the third car was back on duty, so Letter and I weren't spread so thin. It didn't really matter all that much except we followed fire and ambulance calls, just to be sure they were safe in their journeys.By morning I was really wondering about the wife of Mr Allen. Everybody suspected that she went into the river. What didn't make sense to. I managed to ask, “W-what? What are you doing?” She giggled as she began to rub my dick through my shorts, “Oh honey, you’d gotten a hard-on after rubbing me with lotion and hearing me moan. Once I saw it, I knew I had to have it.” I was still very confused and a tad disturbed, “B-but, my Dad…” She placed a slender finger on my lips and shushed me, “Honestly, you think your father would be able to please me? Besides, he’s middle-aged and has trouble getting it up. I need a much younger, much. Her left hand was cold which felt amazing as she wrapped it around my shaft. She looked it up and down and then straight at me and then slid it into her mouth. Damn it felt good. She knew exactly what to do. She suck me and sucked me. At this point I really, really wanted to fuck her. I commented so, but she said "Not yet, I want you to cum in my mouth. " So she sucked and licked me harder. I could feel my climax coming. My moans got louder. Her suck got harder. I blow my hot load into her.