My eyes were heavy and things began to blur, but there was no mistaking the orange light of a taxi coming up the street. I held out my hand to flag it...down, but it just kept going. Didn’t even slow down to acknowledge my presence. This didn’t surprise me. Not many taxi drivers wanted to pick up a drunken teenager at that time of night. I continued to walk down the street searching for another cab. I walked past a group of men who were obviously as wasted as I was. They made some comments about. " And you sir?"What the hell Jamie thought, "I'll have Beefeaters over ice with a twist please." Yes sir," the waiter said placing menus beside each of their places. "The special tonight is rack of baby lamb served with roasted potatoes and asparagus. I'll be right back with your drinks."Sam, how did you kn..." Not while we are dining Jamie. Don't they teach you any manners in that Yankee hellhole you're from? I'll answer anything you want to know once we leave. This is a lovely room don't you. "Do we really have any choice?" she asked already positioning herself on the bed, but then added surprising us both. "Who knows Michelle, maybe we'll even enjoy it ourselves!"I almost laughed, but held it in as Michelle gave my mother a crazy look, though she simply scooted beneath her at that point as I in turn took up position behind mom placing the head of my prick against, but not in my mother's cunt."You get to do the honors," I told Michelle. "Go ahead, help me fuck my mother!"#It was. And she was so strong and domineering. I guess I just couldn't say no. Like I said, I like women like that. I would think you would understand. Isn't that why you are her maid?"I didn't answer her."She's a pretty nasty woman," the young girl admitted. "She made me do some things..."I could see it in her young face. The mere fact we were talking about this was turning her on."That's why I don't understand why she hasn't called me all week. She promised she would call. You're her maid. Do you.