.. interesting!“Then take your clothes off, Ellen!” Julie said casually. “But you better not touch me until after my brother fucks my asshole, o... no matter what is on that fucking tape, I’ll start screaming rape all over this motel!”“Okay,” she whispered weakly.Hey, Julie thought, Ellen is more scared than I am!Jerry was half undressed already, his prick slowly lifting straight up in the air. Julie smiled at Ellen, then turned her full attention toward her brother’s hardening prong of meat.“You. A slave's lot is not to question, merely to serve and obey. I quickly turned and went to Mistress, eagerly in fact, even though I knew I She was angry. Passing by a hall mirror, I checked my uniform briefly so as to avoid angering Mistress further. The tight French Maids outfit was all in place: the short, black satin skirt, the black satin chemise with ruffled white lace trim (low cut, to show my lack of cleavage), white lace apron, maids cap perched on top of mu carefully. The first night could have been a mistake, the second was just too much of a coincidence. And he began thinking of the first night, and the long wait after he knocked before Joe had opened the door. He couldn't prove it, but he was sure Joe just wanted to be undisturbed while he had a go at Diane. It seemed Joe had been planning this to get into Diane's panties, knowing he had no chance any other way.They were snuggling one another in the big blue recliner when Jenny came out fresh from her. Three months during which we had simply been unable to see each other. From my window, I saw the queues of parents and excited children forming up, socially distanced outside the school gates. There was chatter and laughter from everyone.After the children were admitted, the parents began to leave and I saw her for the first time in months. She was wearing very tight leggings, which was always a code we had developed. Normally, she walked her kids to school but today, as part of her plan, she.