And I need to be punished, whether I stay or go. Since I intend to do anything you tell me to do, it's like I'm a slave. So, until you say otherwise, ...'ll call you 'sir.' ... or anything else you want."Before we get into this further, I've made some food for you. I know I don't cook very well, and I will improve on that. So, there are tacos ready for you to eat. If you're hungry, now." She paused for effect, then: "sir."I pondered this for a moment. It was a start. "Okay. Let's eat." I walked. The house was like a castle and a dungeon all at the same time. The aura of rightly placed complacence from the woman had earned her her stepson’s respect. She made quick introductions and led him through the foyer and into his father’s room. The sight of him was languid, tearing at Henry’s heart. Forcing himself to muster his strength, he moved towards his father and sat next to him, being careful not to get in the way of the tubes giving his father oxygen. Breathing life into his quickly. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." Show me how much you appreciated that."Mistress stepped one of her feet forward and Penny instantly knew what she was supposed to do. She kept her arms crossed behind her as she leaned her body forward until her mouth was just above Mistress's heeled foot. Without any hesitation, she kissed Mistress's foot and licked the leather of her heeled shoe.Penny continued to worship Mistress's foot for quite some time, occasionally stopping her ministrations to. “Oh Catherine…” I gasp, as I grab either side of her head with both hands, “I’m going to cum!” I declare, as if to warn her of the impending explosion.I’m literally fucking her mouth now, uncontollably like a dog on heat. All the times I’ve wanked furiously and satisfyingly whilst dreaming of her these last few weeks paling into insignificance now, as I feel that familiar surge through my body. My adductors and arse cheeks contract violently as the first jet of thick, white cream catapults out.