What are you doing?”“Um, taking a shower.”“Where’s Matt?”“Um, I don’t know. I haven’t seen him. Somewhere around here I guess.”“...ou left the shower on, dear,” Mom admonished.“Oh, sorry,” Fiona replied, hustling back into the bathroom and shutting the door. Then she reached into the shower and turned off the water.“Hey, what the hell are you doing, Fi. I’m not done yet,” I shouted.Fiona put her finger to her lips. “Shhh, Mom’s right outside,” she said quietly.“What’s she doing here?” I. I was his slave. Doing things all at his command.After a week he said me to level up and I started sharing pictures. Pictures such as me writing slave on my boobs, on my face and even on my ass. One day he made me write slave (Randi ) all over my body. He made me sleep naked on the floor.And asked for the proof with video calling and photos in the middle of the night. After a month he told me to meet at his flat. He used to live alone. He ordered me to wear tight clothes with no bra and panty.. I moved to the bottom of the bed and pushed Sams Nighty over her hips. Her shaven cunt with its large swollen clit and full long lips where begging for my cock so I pushed into her tight slick pussy. My god she was tight. She pushed herself back to take all of my swollen cock deep into her, I held her hips and fucked her hard and fast. I was in heaven, fucking mother and daughter has to be most mens dreams but I was doing it.Sam told me to lie down so she could fuck me so i did as was told. It. You see Hooterville is not just any place, it's a town out if time. Despite our modern conveniences, and some appliances which surpass even your own. We are still a very homely city, embroiled in the ways of generations of sheltered Americans who had feared the nuclear threat so badly that they shut themselves off from the world. But that shelter has let us shine brightly I assure you, we took what we had and made it better. And that's our motto here, 'Making LIFE Better', plastered right on.