She looked very, very hot with round big ass and her belly was almost flat. All yoga and free hand exercises kept her in good shape. Jay’s eyes trav...lled lower and they found his hot mom had a trimmed pubic bush.Jay had to appreciate the taste of his mom as she shaved herself nicely! No pubic hair was visible near the lips of her big pussy, it was completely bare! At the same time she kept bush properly trimmed making a perfect “v” just above her slit to ensure it was not the pussy of small. I'm just a slave."This caused her to pause. "I see. But at some point you had a name, right?"The slave thought back. It seemed so long ago. "Yes..." she answered hesitantly."Then tell me your old name. Come on, just between us girls."Her old name swam to the surface. "I ... I ... I ... I have no name. I'm just a slave."Constance nodded. "Very good. You passed the first test."She darted out the door, coming back with an electronic tablet and a small tote bag. She wrote something on the tablet. She seemed to be more in control and took a more dominating roll, calling the shots whether it was harder, more, quicker or a new favorite "eat me out!"The last of her commands always raised suspicion, several times after that night I would feel sure that I could taste cum again and that she had been out fucking. Nothing was ever said and I happily cleaned her up. I was still desperate to see it happen again, it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen and was not content for it to be the only. He was a skirt-chasing and loud-mouthed bastard who thought he was better than everybody. He always had at least three girlfriends stashed somewhere. He was always chasing these dumb broads and seldom showed interested in me. When he did it was to point out what a failure he thought I was. He saw himself as some kind of god and me as some kind of worm. Yeah, nice guy. As for my mother, she died of breast cancer. In her time she was the most covertly abusive person I’d ever seen. The whole.