Sharon presentedDeborah with a standard list of tasks for the week. Everything wasincluded from arising before Mistress, dressing in a uniform, layin... outMistress' outfit for the day, preparing breakfast and taking care of thehouse. The cleaners' came once a week for all worn satin outerwearrequiring cleaning. Lingerie would be hand washed by Deborah eachmorning after Mistress left for work and draped over the drying rack inthe laundry room. There was even an item to call the grocer to. I undressed in front of her for the first time. She smiled. Then she took my hand and walked me to the end of the dock. The water was just up to the underside of her breasts, her magnificent breasts. She pushed me back against one of the posts, grabbed onto the deck with one hand, and then she wrapped her legs around me. She held my cock in her other hand and slipped her warm pussy down onto it. When her other hand got a good grip on my dock she started to fuck me. She did all of the work and. I turned to face the man; the visor was now showing his features as if it was pure daylight. I drew Twilight and pointed it back at him, returning the favour. "That wasn't Witchcraft, but this sword is! May I introduce you to Twilight!" I turned the sword and in the half-light the runes seemed to shine.The man's eyes widened, "But that is Edward's blade, the demon sword! How did you get it? You're not Edward I know that whore-son's face well!" He said and from the venom in his tone I didn't. He’d just cum on my face. A sliver of semen swung from the end of his wrinkled foreskin as he tinkered with the position of a light stand he’d placed off to my left. It was mesmerising to watch, mostly because the jizz had begun to elasticise between the tip of his willy and his inner thigh as he moved hurriedly around the luxurious boudoir. I fixated. Things like that are always so fascinating when stoned. How far would it stretch? When would the lolloping loop of ejaculate finally snap? ‘Man.