We fired once more an’ they begin to runnin’We fired once more an’ they begin to runnin’Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.Down the Mi...sissippi to the Gulf of Mexico.We looked down the river an’ we seed the British comin’, We looked down the river an’ we seed the British comin’, There must a’been a hundred of ‘em beatin’ on the drum.There must a’been a hundred of ‘em beatin’ on the drumThey stepped so high an’ they made their bugles ring, They stepped so high an’ they made their bugles. ”Jon had come in at the end of the conversation but had heard what his Mom had said, “Mamma Slut is dinner ready yet?”She cringed to hear her son call her that. He seemed to like it, though.“And supper will be ready soon, Masters.” At least calling them Masters was becoming easier. Was that a good thing?First Jon, and then Joe, started to work her new name into every sentence.“Mamma Slut, would you get me something to drink?”“Yes master.“Slut, would you bring the foot rest over here for me?“Yes. She then reached over, took a pillow, and propped it under my hips.This was when she gave me a slight warning.“Just tell me if I need to stop, okay?”“Okay,” I gasped.What was next?She parted my ass cheeks, and I suddenly felt something cold and hard on my virgin asshole. At first, it was a light touch, then she started pushing with growing pressure, but my rosebud was unyielding. I couldn’t relax, and I hadn’t really been prepared for this. I wasn’t there just yet. As the pressure built and. I was, in effect, humping her and judging from the way her hips jerked in rhythm to mine, she was enjoying it. I felt a pair of hands grabbing my contorting buttocks and seeing as Emma was using hers to steady herself from my sexual onslaught, they could only belong to Yvonne.I broke the kiss, Emma moaned loudly, the air hissing from her lips as she leaned backwards forcing her groin into mine. I turned my head to see Yvonne smiling at me."I thought you were too tired" is said."I know" she.