Her breath caught in her throat as she eyed the small patch of soft hair that barely covered her daughter's vulva. When Gretchen turned to eye herself...in the mirror, Katrina caught her first glimpse of the teenager's delicious looking ass. It was soft and smooth and it pooched out delightfully as if begging to be kissed.Gretchen headed into the brightly lit, spacious bathroom and stood with her back to the toilet. Spreading her legs she beckoned her mother with her finger and pointed at her. She chooses my chest instead. I wrap my arm around her shoulder. She props herself up on an elbow and kisses me lightly on the lips. It isn’t a serious kiss. Neither was the kiss I gave her in return. She made a light sound of contentment, reached under my tee shirt and scratched gently at my stomach. I patted her on her ass. Her leg goes over my legs. I put my hand behind her head as I pull her to me. This time the kiss is a little more serious. I allow my tongue to taste her lips. As her. Armstrong wore her modest dress like usual. You would never know she was a sex slave. Even the choker she wore didn't look unusual.It was a gold plate on a chain that fit snug about her throat and read, “Devoted Mommy.” It was so innocent. I bet the women at church admired it, not knowing it was her slave collar, proof that Stefani owned her.I unlocked the rear door of the shop. The massage parlor opened in an hour. Lee, Juana, and Carmelita would be along soon, but we were here a little early. P'sSo I was lucky to have not been a late coming at least, I thought to myself as I checked out the so-called 'POSH SLUT' V.I.P's. There where four V.I.P's in total, the other men being Kirk who was Amy's boyfriend, the only other person in the room of course was Amy. The four V.I.P's didn't look like they had anything in common except they where all a different nationality, there was one who was Asian, one who was Indian, one was European and the other was actually a girl from Singapore.It was.