“It’s good money for her but... you know. She’ll be too tired when she gets home and...” he began then stopped abruptly when he realised what ...e was about to say.The disappointment on his face at the prospect of her being too tired for sex was almost comical. I laughed; he really was still young inside however many birthdays he had had. I was revising my image of him as the big bad seducer very rapidly.“And I suppose your other girlfriends are with their husbands,” I said blandly, emboldened by. “Su, sure, you know where it is, second on left at top of the stairs” We both listened as we heard Mrs. Noakes walk up the stairs. “See, we could easy have bee, .” “Suck it” “Nooo...not here, not now” “The sooner you get on your knees the sooner you can get back off them” Mum sank to her knees and took my erect cock in her mouth eagerly sucking hoping to make me cum quickly before Mrs. Noakes came back down. We heard two pairs of feet come thundering down the stairs. Mum tried to get. Tried to insert in her pussy. It merely went in couple of inches and got stuck. She tried in couple of angles, it was hurting her. I said,“Your pussy is still tight ,don’t hurt yourself. Suck and lube it properly and let me do the rest.” Pinky got off me, playfully slapped on my dick and exclaimed, “You naughty boy, you are so stubborn. Don’t you like mummy’s pussy?” She was then sucking my dick like a lollipop. She said, “I am tasting my own pussy from your dick, its very sweet.” After five. .. Her eyes fluttered closed as the scene played in her mind.I backed up against a wall. Alexandra explained it to me. I was so weak and willing, unable to resist. I wanted it. I needed it. To be a slut, in her pen... She stopped suddenly as she felt her hands behind her neck. The soft lace gently surrounded her throat.Oh god, I almost closed it.She threw it away and ran into the bathroom, sobbing.Cassandra walked through her mansion to her pen, looking in on all of her house slaves. She made.