I asked her how is she? She said she is fine. I was also watching TV. In middle sometimes I look in to her she look like weak and no glow in her face....I went to kitchen made fruit juice for her gave her. She took the glass and told me thanks for saving me. Otherwise I will die. I told her how I leave you. You are my mom and that is my responsibility to save you. I can’t leave without you mom. Please believe me. For these week days how much I tensed you don’t know about that. I was worry to get. The cry that came from her was filled with pain and delight, and the sob that wracked her chest bore a similar duality. And though it seemed to torture her, she did it again, and again, and again. I watched, rapt and awed as she rose, her clinging rectum stretching beneath, then plunging back into her, the site of her penetration obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the indentation of her crack. Her pussy opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to secrete. But the title passed by acclamation and no one seemed to worry that the last title was held for so long a period, if anyone was even aware.I learned that the people of the county knew almost nothing of the prior master. He had always been old and had lived almost a hermit in the mansion. I assumed the name and duties of the Estate. Being single and young and well provided, I found myself frequently invited to houses wherein single daughters resided. There were the Barrett's, with three. ”“You’re certain I’ll do well?”“You have the body and the brains for it,” Liz replies, her eyes caressing Anastasia’s young body. “You look strong.”“I help my mom when I can, doing the heavy lifting in her servant duties. Her back isn’t great. I like to walk. It helps me think. And swim when it’s warm enough, even if the water never really is.”“Mmm. It’s nice.” Liz’s hand reached towards Anastasia’s pert breast, but pulls back.“Yours are spectacular, but Liz?”“Hmm?”“I don’t know how long I can.