I didn’t know what had been more exciting, the sight of my first real naked female or the fact that l had had her completely at my command. I could ...till smell and taste her sex, l had read about doing that with my mouth on her cunt, l didn’t know if l was any good at it but l knew she had enjoyed it and l knew l wanted to do it again.Then there was the sensation of sliding my cock into her mouth, from what l’d read, a lot of married men complained that their wives would never suck their cocks,. Each and every one of them was with us in spirit.Scotty knew of a detective, Terry Bolton, who would do the kind of work we wanted. In addition, since we were never going to take any of this to court, we could count on him to use whatever means necessary to get information with the stipulation that he never tell us how he got it. I met with him in his office uptown and I was quietly amused that it looked nothing like the offices I remembered from the movies. It was new and modern and very. I never thought there was white mud before. Mom’s hair was dripping with the thick white mud. The mud was all over her face dripping from her nose, cheeks and chin. Her house coat was plastered with the thick white mud. I guessed when she had fallen her housecoat must have opened completely. She had gone downstairs with half her breasts out of out and now her entire breasts were swinging freely and dripping with the thick white mud. “Thanks Barbie but I do know I look a mess.” She. No, not his mother. Someone else stood there, using his mother's body. His mother would not return until someone forced out this impostor. He had no idea how, only that it would not be him who did it.Knowing how much her little sister hated seeing any reminders of her slave status, Heather hurried to dress herself as much as Laura's programming would allow before Melinda emerged from the bathroom. Nevertheless, she had to pause as she slipped on the lacy black underwear when a pleasant warmth.