“This is a hard rule? The slaves not using toilets? That’s pretty extreme,” Dad said.“Are slaves allowed on the furniture?” Mike asked him.�...�No, obviously not,” Dad replied.“What is a toilet? The throne? You sit on it, right?” Mike said.“Yeah, but there are exceptions to every rule. If a bed is furniture are you saying I can’t have Charity in my bed?” Dad asked with a confused expression.“The bed can be an exception if she isn’t there to sleep. I’ll grant you that as long as they are there to. Ivory nodded her head and took a deep breath. ‘Mother?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Today Crimson and I discovered something in the forest. But we are not sure what it is.’ ‘What did it look like?’ their mother asked. Crimson giggled. ‘It didn’t look like anything.’ ‘Well, it did for me. It was colorful. Bright red, orange, yellow, gold and even different shades of black. I did not know there were different shades of black,’ Ivory confessed. ‘Black? Gold? Red? I felt heat. Intense unbelievable heat. I felt. She was holding her pussy wide open as the torrent came and I was rubbing her cunt as it flowed, sending sprays of piss all over the tiles." I love to piss in front of people, it's a real turn on, do you like it?" She reached behind and felt my cock, she had her answer."Come on, let's go and see the old vicar" You sounded like you were having fun, come on the bed and fuck me Steve" he was forthright, I loved it. He got onto all fours and barbara licked his hole in preparation, spitting on it. I almost had to jerk off to calm down but I knew that I should wait. The knock on the door made my dick hard. I answered it and there stood the hottest woman I could have asked for. Maybe around 5'9" but much taller with the heels that she had on. Tan rain coat that went to just above her knee. Black hair, green eyes and not too much makeup. I would guess she was around 35 years old. She walked in and said that I was to call her mistress and that I should not talk any more unless she.