If I was good? What did he mean by that? I went into my room and grabbed my dildo. It was longer than his cock but just as thick. I was thankful he di...nt want it in my ass, that would have hurt way to much. As I slide it into my tight pussy I moaned, it felt good, really good. As I slide my panties and shorts back on I couldnt help but wonder if I could last 13 hours this time. And I still wondered what he meant by if I was good oh well. I better get used to this thick dildo be in me I guess.. Nuhuh, you want your reward you be a good girl now. Which was enough to make Erica behave not wanting to loose the reward she had happily even enjoyed working for. Yes, Mistress. She answered quietly even if she had let her tone get more sultry in her want and need. One satisfied with her care and behavior Sara retrieved a light collar and chain leash and placed it on Erica letting her know just because Master was not here it did not mean her role would change any and lead her to the bedroom,. The toilet bowl was clear of any nastywaste. Which puzzled me. My gaze was drawn to her eyes first as theywere not her normal brown but glowed silver. He makeup was all blackexcept for the red and pink that made her eyes look like they weresurrounded by wings. Her hair was teased up and equally black. Shewore a collar with a crystal heart in the center. Her dress was amixture of leather and lacy frills. Her breasts were nearly exposed inthe upper corset. Her pale skinned belly was bare. Blushing, she quickly and wordlessly left the room without closing my door.My cock snagged the sheet when I whipped it off me. As I looked for my clothes, I squeezed my dick and made it pulse again. It felt so taboo, so good, I faced the door and defiantly jerked a few more times on bent knees. Just as I dared my mom to return and catch me with my stiff cock in hand, I heard a fast footstep. My jeans were on the chair near the door and reaching for them was risky, so of course that’s what I.