I was so intent on Timmy, I failed to notice Mistress Dianne reach up and flick the switch that opened the sliding mirror. Timmy once again froze on t...e spot and stared, this time at me. It took me a few seconds to realise he could actually see me, and when I did I could feel myself blushing from head to foot. Mistress Dianne was grinning at me as she asked, "Do you like that Timmy?" She bumped his face with her behind. "I asked you a question, do you like that?" "Ermm, yes, ermm, I do yes.". Then, after we finished our meal and were talking, a woman, whom I had not noticed, came up to me and asked me to dance. She was a brunette and was even a bit larger than my mom; her tits were huge, and she looked like she was in her early 70s. She wasn’t great looking, but she was large, old, with fantastic tits, and so my cock immediately began growing. “Sure,” I answered, then grabbed her hand and moved out to the dance floor with her.As we began dancing, I looked back at M*m and saw a look. .”“At least, Milady Donna,” Andrew said.He saw Jason force himself to calm, to think.After a moment or two, Jason said, “How long do you think these other interviews will take?’“Hell,” Andrew said, “six months, probably. Not that the interviews themselves will take that long, but the whole process of being wined and dined by people worried about what I’ll ask, waiting around for them to make time on their oh-so-busy schedules ... for an interview they requested, mind you ... it’s going to be. It was just brutal and intense. I used your cunt for friction, came inside you, and shoved you back into your cage.The last time I pulled you out of the cage for the day you barely even cried. You just kind of hung there while I beat you. I guess maybe you were just grateful to not have the horn blaring in your ear. Or maybe you were starting to break.I left you a bowl of water and shortened the down time between alarms for the second night.The next morning when I dragged you out of the cage.