My palms were kneading her soft boobs and tweezing her nipples. Suddenly she caught my cock and put in her while giving out a long moan, saying, “I�...�ve waited for this…Fuck me Amit..like there is no tomorrow! Live your wildest fantasy today!”Her words made me mad and I started pumping inside her. Pat Pat Pat!!…my groin was slapping against her ass. I was fucking her deep inside while she screamed, “Yeah..deeeepppeeerrr….harrrdddeeerr…babbbyyyy…thisss is aaawwwweeesommmme!!!” I rammed my hard. He has to see if he is good enough to get the treasure. He starts off with a subtle nod from a distance. He approaches me slowly, and he has to ward off all the other suitors I have. He knows he’s good, he has a wicket tongue, and he has the intellectual seduction to make me his. When he finally gets to me, he talks to me, comments on my subtly exposed garter, he is seducing me with his words, and he is running his fingers along my garter. He is running his hand slowly up my skirt and he can. It made me feel so womanly. Mom was gone. It was my place to be the woman of the house and make sure the man was taken care of.My teachers at school would be horrified. Especially Ms. Gardner and Mrs. Thompson. They were always talking about how women didn't have to serve men and being a housewife was “internalized misogyny.” But it was nice to serve. It made me happy.What was so wrong with that?Nothing.Of course, I never contradicted my teachers. And I never told them about my mother. She was. ?Get over here now you cum-slave!? Mistress Vixen ordered me to move over to where she was now reclining. ?Yes Mistress?? I offered timidly to this raven-haired dominatrix who had ?bought? me several months earlier from another strict keeper for an undisclosed amount. Vixen looked fantastic. Skin-tight knee length black patent boots with platform soles and six-inch spike heels, a black leather mini skirt and a matching leather zip-up top. ?Too slow you dirty boy!? She raised her hand and.