While we were gone Bobbie Jo had placed a bearskin rug on the floor in front of the fireplace. Penelope just curled up on it and I cuddled into her. W... talked about her dreams of an education, a husband, and a career. Then we made love on that rug and fell asleep in front of the fireplace with a down comforter over us.The following day belonged to Marguerite. She already knew what her mother and her sister had gone through. She also knew what I had written about her alter-self Mary Jane in my. Just as the ungrateful slave slut that i am, i began to complain. ?Master, please let me go out when Your friends arrive. i really hate football and i don’t think i can sit here all night while You and Your friends get drunk.? The look on Your face was the same look that i have when You slap mine. Shock and disappointment washed over it, and Your cheeks glow red with fury. i should have known to stop there, but that was only the beginning of my whining and complaining.You pulled Your favorite. I’m so sorry honey. You know I have tried not to speak ill of your mother, but this just shows you what she thinks of the two of us,” he said, looking down. He kept his head down, looking at my little hand in his.But what Daddy didn’t realize, was that this worked out wonderfully for me! I put my other hand on top of his and he looked up at me, a little confused.“Daddy, I am glad that Mom is going away with this other guy. It will just make what I was going to do anyway happen sooner. You see,. The teddy was tight on the woman's body and showed off her tight ass and gave a generous vies of her cleavage.Helen looked at her son and smiled. She knew that Steve was gazing at her ample chest as he always did. So the mother pushed the sides of her arms together against her breasts to squeeze the twin globes together and give her son a thrill.Helen was breathing heavily and her eyes were glassy. Steve wondered what was going on, "Mom, what is it?" he asked. But she didnt't reply. Helen had a.