Then you can move on.’ ‘Kella. You are one sick and twisted bitch.’ ‘Why thanks, honey. You know you’re opinion means so much to me. ‘Kell... answered with a laugh. ‘I hate that you do that. I can never insult you.’ ‘Why do you think I do it? This way, I’m never insulted. Besides, you know you love me.’ She replied. ‘Unfortunately, I do. ‘ Ana gave a long suffering sigh. ‘Anyways. We have to go out tonight. I shall not see you suffer any longer.’ ‘You just don’t want to sit through another night. I thought I was going to have my way with you, but as soon as you touched me I realized I had no choice but to submit to you. Your hand moves from my hip to the small of my back and you pull me into your body, my breasts close against your chest – I can feel your heart beating. I fall to my knees, your hardness obvious against the fabric of your boxers. I slip my fingers between your body and the boxer’s waistband and pull, your boxers fall in a puddle at the floor. My body goes numb as I see. “Eleanor Brigham, Agatha Brown, and Violet Preston ... this is Madam Barbara Huntsford, here to take possession of C9 ... and very eager to do so.” She gave them a bitchy smile... “So pleased to meet women of a similar nature ... Marie’s told me all about you.” She looked down at the still snivelling male, and smartly stroked his fresh striping with the short whip she carried.“Kiss my feet!” She smiled toward the three again as the cur eagerly lavished his tongue upon her boot leather.“ .... George set the glasses down, grabbed mom and began to dance with her. His hands all over her backside as they were close to each others torso's. Mom could feel his growing cock against her stomach. George was kissing my neck, amking her want him more. George lifted mom's arms, as he lifted her blouse over her head, exposing her very firm breasts. He reached to touch her niplles, lifting her breasts to his mouth. His tongue flicked and encircled each nipple. Mom let out a soft coo.Mom.