So now I knelt behind my s****r’s raised bottom and right over my mom’s face, taking hold of my cock and wedging it into Amy’s crack. The tip no... in position against her greased hole, I just pushed it in nice and slow and easy. ‘Yeah, honey, up her ass! Up your s****r’s ass!’ mom shrieked from below. From her vantage point she had a perfect view of my cock entering her daughter’s bottom, disappearing into her bowels. And just below, mom had Amy’s tender young pussy there to devour. Which she. "Andrea my name is Domme Demand. You may call me Mistress, Domme Demand, or Goddess. I shall call You Andrea or whatever I choose. Is that understood!" Yes Mistress," I whispered.She sat in her throne and told me to place the red chair in the corner and to stand next to it. She told me that she would ask all the questions, that I was not to speak unless questioned, and that her commands were to be followed without question. She then said that if I don't agree to all her terms that I should. I stood and turned the oven off. It was easy to see that Maria doesn't have to work to earn the money to pay the electricity bill.Each woman placed their plates on the sink while I gathered the emptied bowls. Alison washed and the rest of us dried. As we waited for the next clean plate, I ran my hand up the back of Maria's and Maureen's thigh and fiddled as we stood there. They groaned in perfect timing and harmony. Alison looked around and giggled; I moved my hands to their fronts and just. On the front was written a single word, my name, in a flowing cursive script. Turning the parchment over I saw a seal in black wax. The imprint was of no house crest or mark I knew. In that blackness I saw the shape of a bat in the jaws of a wolf engulfed by fire. With my patience running away from me I open the letter, the seal shattering and falling to the floor in pieces and withdrew the single slip of paper that lay within. This was what I read:I know you have been watching me, you should.