Mistress Chloe walked in."Well, let me give you your handjob ratings on a one to ten scale. The first one only gave you a four, so you'll receive some...punishment. The second one gave you an eight, and the last two, both gave you a seven."I couldn't believe that the limp dribbler had rated me so highly. Maybe he couldn't get it up properly. The seven rating of the two black guys was disappointing, given how far they both shot their loads, courtesy of my handy work."Time to clean you up before. We're not mated. And don't give me that look. You're too young." Stay!" he commanded ... like she was a puppy. He went inside and brought out dry furs and a drying fur. "Get out of those dripping furs." Oh, you'd like that ... I've seen you ... looking at my ... But..." She looked up ... he was gone.From inside the lodge she heard him say, "Get dry and dressed. I have things I need." Two lazy backs, a pair of bottom furs and two sleeping robes were tossed out the door. Wood from the dry storage. ‘It’s going to be terrific.’ Again, I poked my two fingers into my pussy.CHAPTER 3I looked at my draft reply.Hello Hothamburger,Nice to learn about your li’l secret, now I would like to share mine with you. You had asked, why my son would feel jealous, it’s simple, because he is my lover also. Yeah, I have been screwing my son since last year.After my messy divorce with my husband, I was very lonely and down. My son took care of me and helped me to stand again on my feet and I repaid him by. I wanted her. I needed her."Fuck me now, Mistress," I whispered in her ear. "Please." I didn't care how pathetic, how desperate I appeared. "All in good time," Mistress said. And we settled on the couch, watching porn, having a quiet drink, chatting amiably.After a time she said, "Right, my slut. This is what's going to happen. I made you practice for a reason. We are going to reproduce your practice - with me, and not a plastic cock."And right then, right there, on the couch, we started with.