Charlady quickly left the room for the kitchen, as I planned arrangements for the beginning of the day. I already had a plan forming in my mind that t...day would be a training day for my submissive slut. In fact it would be a day she would remember for a very long time, I intended to push her self control to the very limits and would punish any failings reasonably severely.Just then I heard Charlady coming back upstairs, she entered the bedroom naked carrying a tray with two slices of toast and. They smiled down at her.“Am I dead?”Alice laughed and maybe cried at the same time. “No, love. But it was close. Your heart stopped. They resuscitated you.”Nancy looked at Will for confirmation and he nodded. He looked upset.“What’s happening?”Will answered her. “I’m not allowed to say yet. There’s a special investigative detective here. He allowed us to speak to you when you woke. Says we aren’t suspects. He’s right behind us watching.”Nancy looked past them and saw a dashing young man in a. It was electric for me as for her and I felt her jerk in delight. It was hard under my tongue and as I licked, I flickered it from side to side, from up to down, and slowly I felt my Mistress moving herself against me too. The lips of her pussy began to swell and engorge, threatening to close in over her clitoris as her pleasure mounted butI forced my tongue to stay in contact and she writhed and squirmed and her breath came in short gasps.Suddenly she jerked hard and both her hands clamped my. They had a good marriage and seemed to be a happy couple. Mom was a writer and wrote children's books. Over the years, she made a good amount of money, but she always said she was a mother and a housewife first.I was an only child and knew my father wanted me to follow in his footsteps and work at the gas station and eventually he would pass it down to me. The problem is, I wasn't a mechanic and had no desire to be one. I guess I took after my mother because I enjoyed writing. When I was.