I really tried to keep my hands steady, but it hurt so god-damn much. I could feel my tears building up again.“Never do that again without asking me... bitch! You like wearing my clothes?”“Yes, Mistress!”“So you like dressing up to be a little slut?”“Yes, Mistress!”“Does my son know you are being a sissy?”“Don't think so. But I think he saw me through the keyhole while I was in your pantyhose masturbating, Mistress!”She kept staring at me with this look on her face.“You think he likes. It is, after all, too good to be true. As I walk into the kitchen I reevaluate my use of the word simple. There is nothing simple about whipping this kitchen into shape. Despite the dishes fiasco yesterday, it looks like all the dishes are already dirty. The dishwasher is overflowing with dirty cups and a few beer bottles that I am sure Jay thinks he needs to keep. The tile floor is dark gray, but since it were white last time I mopped, I am assuming that the floor is layered with dirt along. "Is everything all—" Gods, are you hard already, Jacob?" Leah purred, grasping his hard cock."That was so hot," Jacob answered. "You know how much I love watching you and Rachel eating my creampies."Leah gave a wicked laugh. "And we love to eat them. But now I'm hungry for some sausage. C'mon Rachel, let's share this cock! It'll be yummy after marinating in my sauce." She grabbed both our hands, leading us down the hallway.We couldn't get into the room; Leah's keycard was in her terrycloth robe. The three way conversation went of for a long while and even though all three boys wanted the same thing, Callum continued to teeter on the edge of uncertainty. It wasn’t as if Callum loved or even liked his father enough to worry about what he thought, he was more concerned about his dad coming to look for him and eventually finding him, his father is a very determined man and Callum knows this. Jamaal was getting frustrated as was Ijah, finally Ijah had the solution. “Tell the boy that he.