Janet feared that she had angered her Mistress, and she knew that she was going to pay a terrible price for it! "Yes, Mistress. I will follow all...your commands." "Though I suppose some of this is my fault, since I haven't given you a set of instructions to follow at home. I never thought that you would be such a little slut to begin playing at slavery at home," said Erica. "Yes, Mistress." "That will be remedied later. For now, strip!" commanded Erica. Janet had been listening. "Shoot on down and get that fixed." Going back into the suite, I started sorting things out. The concubine family was the Ericssons -- Thomas, the father, Matthew, the son, Helen the mother and Patrice, the daughter. Patrice was a nice-looking blonde piece and Helen didn't hurt the eye, either; Thomas and Matthew were both All-American male model types, also blond. On the sponsor side, everyone was a brunette; Frances Carpenter was the mate/mother and Geraldine was the thirteen-year-old.. "Oh baby . . . mommy's cumming . . . cumming with her son's fat . . . fucking . . . cock in her cunt!" Danielle gasped, quickly bringing herself off, moaning as she tried to stifle the sounds of her orgasm, Jack still plowing into her pussy. Danielle smiled at her son, gasping as her orgasm subsided slightly. "You know what . . . mommy needs, baby?" What, mom?" Mommy wants her son . . . to fuck her asshole . . . Do you want to do that, baby? You want to fuck mommy in the ass?" Like there's ever. Small, but full and firm, with small dark nipples that were hard as stones right now. I ran my hands up over them and stopped to squeeze and fondle just a little bit. Her face was still red, but she closed her eyes and exhaled a long breath as I caressed her tits. I wanted to lean down and bite those nipples, but right now I wanted her naked first. I let her go long enough to untie my trunks and push them to the floor. When she opened her eyes, there I was, fully naked and standing up straight.