Only when looking closely at Catherine, when her face was unmade, was it possible to come to the conclusion this pair could well be mother and daughte..., rather than sisters, or perhaps around the eyes of Catherine, which along with those of her daughter, were now cast to the floor in the manner required of them.For these two beauties were by now fully trained in the art of subservience demanded by their effective ‘owner’ Peter Harris.To Speak only when spoken to and to look only when told to. He rested his big fat dick against her hole for a second and slowly started to ease it in inch by inch. Her moans got gradually louder as he moved in deeper. She took Ryan’s dick out of her mouth, looked up at me and said “Do you like watching me fucked like a dirty girl? I’m such a slut, I love cock, I’ve fantasized about this for so long”. As she said that Scott started to fuck her harder, ramming her with his fat dick as she reached her first orgasm. She slumped over the back of the chair. She was wearing a verysexy little cocktail dress, a very short sparkly number. As she climbedinto bed I noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her breath reekedof alcohol. She tried to snuggle up but I pushed her away.In the morning I got up at the usual time and I went down and got somebreakfast. About nine in the morning I went back up taking breakfast upfor Lauren. I woke her and she groaned softly, when she saw me standingthere with the tray she smiled. "Wow thanks baby."There was no. Probably more so as I was gawping at it in amazement. Her skirt had hitched up a few inches above the knee and I watched her toned legs as she accelerated, braked and pressed the clutch. (Once familiar with some of my male colleagues she naturally cake up in conversation and both I and a guy my age - 30 - went so far as to so that she was probably one of the most beautiful women we'd ever actually seen in the flesh). What really took her to the next level was that she clearly knew her best.