It's justwhat they are. You know that," she insisted. I was stunned by herexpectations. I wondered if she thought I really was a girl at heart."Wel..., I know it can be hard on a girl, but it's for the family," Ireplied."It's hardly a holiday for us though. It's all about everybody else.We clean the house, set it all up and then spend hours slaving in thekitchen and for what?" It's hard. I'll give you that, but it was harder for your mother." But that was a different time. Men were men back. I quickly pull away quickly and gasp. Im sorry, did that hurt? I ask so sorrily. She chuckles lightly and reassures me, No, it actually felt really good. With that she grabs my hand and guides it back to her pussy, she lays my fingers flat on her lips and starts them in a circular motion. She leans back, her eyes rolling with pleasure and lets go of my hand and I continue to rub her. She lies back on her bed as the pleasure overcomes her. She starts to girate her hips in responce to my touch. .. Mistress wants, of course!” Dick stammered nervously, perhaps afraid that I really would sodomize him or something.Sure, maybe if he lost a ton of body hair ... and got a lot prettier in general. In the meantime, it amused me to make the bulk of his sexual gratification come from buggering another dude. I might not own him outright, but I had plenty of control and influence over his fate and future. I was a little busy enjoying my mother, sister, and her mother. I might expand from there to. Before the senator could digest the situation, his wife agreed. I was tieing my wrap when she looked at me and said, ”You whore,”I smiled, knowing she was right. ”He wouldn't need me if you were a little more slutty, Bitch.” She took the senator by the arm and dragged him to the nearest exit, leaving us laughing. Terry, held his arm out for me, which I took, and he walked me to our table, dropping the pistol in a trashcan at the top of the stairs. Dessert was being served. Creme Brulee, so.