? You’re already home. Home in this nice flat of yours. Home in this nice flat which I want you to clean up tomorrow because I shall be moving in an... you will be moving out.’‘But where will I go Mistress?’ I said. ‘I don’t fucking care, that’s your problem, but I want you to continue to pay all the bills till I tell you otherwise.’The other mistresses smiled. They knew what was coming.Now, Slave. Your final punishment. Much of this stuff of yours can stay here. It’ll be OK for me to use, mostly. O'Grady and couldn't believe that Marks' mob was dumb enough to try to put the screws on Mama O'Grady. After that, I started to try and cook my own breakfast. Big brodie on my part! I was lucky that Mrs. O'Grady only had one good arm, otherwise she would have knocked me off in no time! Lucky for me, Mrs. Brock came in then and broke it up. I was all jingle-brained from being swatted with the broom, so I took a seat while the ladies fixed breakfast.The United States is instructing the American. She always told me that she often got lead into sexual situations, and generally just gave into a mans demands. She always told me that she never ever acted a slut and she sort of just found herself in situations and reluctantly went along with it. I just could not believe that to be true now, as she released both of these guys cocks then shuffled back on the bed with her legs wide open, ready to be taken. She kept her legs wide open, as if she was desperate for a cock . This was more like the. I might get into trouble, but I was betting it would be a fun journey. ‘What do you think about when you. . . masterbate?’ She asked in a low, sultry voice. ‘I don’t know, experiences I guess.’ ‘Not fantasies?’ She asked. ‘No, not often. Usually I think about something that happened in the past.’ ‘How do you do it? I mean, do you do it in the shower?’ Her voice had lowered a bit like she didn’t want to be overheard. ‘Sometimes,’ I said. ‘Sometimes I do it in the living room, anywhere will do.’.