Nice. “How old are you Lavinia?”“Thirty four, Master,” she answered, taking hold of my cock and soaping it gently. My balls as well. Rather ah...mble task for one so high-born!“Might have been Lady of the Manor then?” I said.“Y-yes...M-master....” A choking sound and a big tear rolled down one cheek.“What are you snivelling about, girl? You should feel honour to serve me!” All slave-girls are called girl, whatever their age. “Do you want a cane across your backside?”“No...ahh no, Master.... ” I was satisfied with this answer.She came back after a minute or two and sat on the bed located nearby. She was staring at her feet. I began to stare at it as well. Nothing. She was thinking something. My eyes followed up her legs.She was wearing blue shorts. I looked further up to notice her wearing a pink top. Normal.But that long silence was creepy for me. The I told her-” See, just nod your head up and down to say yes or side to side to say no. If you feel that it will make you better,. Just the knowledge on how to transfer funds might be what would keep me out of jail. "Okay, you're in. But I still am going to be the face in front. I don't want anyone else to take a fall if something goes wrong. If you can accept that, we can get down to where and when."Amanda and June were making much of Linda. I never saw a happier child--or mother for that matter. Amanda took them upstairs and eventually June came down wearing one of Amanda's outfits. Seeing her in some sharp clothes made. God this was hot!!!*Flash*'OK Mom... let's go again..' this time she looked back at me, watching me. Our eyes held as I pressed into her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her arsehole opened even more, then her face turned to the camera, and through gritted teeth the moaned/screamed, keeping her arsehole as relaxed as she could. Then it happened. My fat young cockhead 'popped' into my mother's tiny tight back hole.'AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' She screamed, and looked back at me, her.