“Go, get washed,” I said, “I have work to do.”I found Hilary and Mary an hour or so later. The tin bath was upended on the kitchen floor.Bat...water spread across the floor towards the drain. Hilary lay naked on the flagstones as she suckled Mary’s massive teats and rhythmically pressed her fist into Marys voluminous cunt. Mary only ever wore a simple smock and she too was near naked as her smock was largely around her neck.“I shall burn these rags,” I said as I scooped up Hilary’s clothes,. " “For?” Missy asked.“I’m a little girl for Mistress M.”"See? Don't you feel better?" "No." Jeffrey said like a little baby, pouting. He looked back at her in mock anger, but his cock was throbbing. Missy stroked it through the panties, her panties, her little blue panties with yellow ducks. Jeffery opened his mouth and actually let out a little girl whimper. His cock was stiff, ready. Missy thought about going further, fucking him. But she was a Mistress, she didn’t let slaves fuck her unless. She did it so hard that it made a slapping sound mixed with the wet pussy sound. She started to moan really loud now!Her eyes were shut, and hands slapped her pussy much faster. She took her finger out, sucked on it, and then started to rub her clit with the same finger, faster and faster. Her moan rhythm started to increase by the second. I saw that her eyes were shut.I was so horny. I couldn’t control myself. I wanted to fuck her. Her pussy was just some inches away from me. I leaned slowly. Half-masked by a jagged shadow, and glaring dead-on into the lens. Dmitri.I must’ve gone pale. Marie asked me if I’d seen a ghost. I shook my head, my stomach still twisting.“That’s him,” my breath quaked. “Right there. That’s the guy who hired me.”“What? Who? Where?” In unison, the siblings snatched up the paper, and buried their noses in the photo.“Penny...” Sébastien peaked out, squinting, “You don’t mean Monsieur Caine, do you?”My eyes went wide, “You know him, too?”“Not exactly,” he.