She was breathing heavily and she was still looking Emmie in the eyes. Then mom's heavy breasts were shown in a close-up. They were heaving with her b...eaths, and the nipples were standing long and erect. Mom sighed and reached to caress Emmie's cheek and tousle her blonde locks in appreciation to show her she was doing fine.Then came another close-up where Emmie's slimy tongue could be seen going in. Next her blonde head was shown from behind, bouncing between motherly and wide open thighs. The. She waited long for me to react, then she said something, but it went completely over my head. “I’m sorry, what?” My voice was still breathless. “I asked if you’d do me a favor,” she asked me, cutely biting her lower lip and smiling shyly, “and lick the drool from my chin.” My eyes went big. This was so - unexpected, and outrageously kinky, but something about it made goose bumps race over my skin. And it was some kind of test, I realized. She was trying to see if I would voluntarily partake in. Her body was a mess. Covered in bruises, dried spunk stains and sweat. I tried to rouse her to get her to release me but she was too far-gone to notice and soon I could see by the rhythm of her body that she had fallen into a deep sleep.Chapter 2I don't know how it happened, maybe the blow on the head was still affecting me, but I drifted off myself. I've no idea how long I was out but the door opening, and the loud drunken shouts of the gang returning, woke me up. They'd come back for some. In front of you is my great grandmother’s traditional biscuit recipe; smelling those coming out of the over for dinner time is one of the great memories from my childhood. Those of you who are observant may notice that you’re missing two ingredients at your work stations.”Emanuel glanced down at station. The frozen butter and lard. I’m willing to bet she has a small freezer up front with each pairs’ portion in it.“You can find your tables’ frozen ingredients in the freezer next to me. Only come.