“Aren’t you boys going to offer me a drink?”I jumped up and tossed some ice in a glass. Holding up the bottle of whiskey, she gave me an affirma...ive nod at me then smiled. Mickey was still standing there shaking his head. Of all the women in the world to show up, it turned out to be his mom.“Patty! You have to leave!” he said to her. “This isn’t right.”Mickey was really adamant about it. Patty and his dad had divorced years ago. He’d go spend some time with her during summer vacation when we. My girlfriend and I never did any, uh, butt stuff. I don’t...” His voice had lost all of its authority.“Oh, uh, that’s ok. First, you need to find something to lubricate your, uh, penis and my butt. I usually use baby oil but hand lotion or something like that will work,” Emma said helpfully.“Oh! I’ve got hand lotion in my bedroom!” - ‘Of course, you do,’ Emma thought.“Hold on!” Mike said as he ran off bottomless. Emma looked around the living room and saw a square fabric ottoman on the far. Then she said feed me this cum I want your hot semen down my throat and I am going to feel your mouth full of my sweet pussy juices. Wow I seen him grab her by ass and pulled her hot pussy more into his mouth and he lifted his hips I knew he was exploding. Yes my friend to every drop then she raised up and exploded in his mouth. I wanted to cum myself but they finish before I could so I step in room. There faces where like old know and they both went to talk but I said he'll no shut the fuck. There was one that she had worked on as part of a supply contract for a services business. The challenge was going to be making it fit the sort of things Cerys and Gordon were looking for. And the more she read, the more variety seemed possible.She looked again at Cerys’s hand written notes. On one of the contracts there was a list of items highlighted as “red lines”, things the Mistress agreed that the slave would not have to do and a second list that was headed up, “Things That Mistress.