I live among the rich and powerful. I like it. It’s a cool lifestyle. And I will do anything to maintain it. Sometimes, that means supplementing my ...ncome by other means. I do what I got to do. Don’t turn your nose up at me. You do the same thing. I’ve always been ambitious. It’s a quality which has taken me many places. It got me through Brockton High School, back when it was a violent and dangerous place. Before the reforms, the big funding and the educational awards. Back when the City of. I have to say, Val handled it pretty well on the jealousy front, too. Shortly afterward, Marty got in on the fun by unzipping Val’s pants and diving right in. Having tasted said lady parts ... and her ass, too, I can’t say that I blame the guy. Oh, and then Marty fucked Morgan, yes, his own daughter, per my guidance. I dare say that’s one family that will never be the same!” I chuckled while Mom turned white as a ghost.“This isn’t ... how I raised you ... how we did ... this isn’t right. This. "Now this situation has stressed me out and I am in need of relief so, on your knees boy and crawl to me, it's time to pleasure your mistress with your tongue. I hesitated a little until Anabelle barked, "Now! your step-mother is on her way over to collect you and we don't want to keep her waiting and make it good I want to be totally satisfied". All I could think of to say was, "yes Mistress", as I again sank to my knees and crawled naked around the side of the desk Anabelle threw one leg on. I say "looked" because she would have been looking up at me if she could see. But her face was raised to mine. "Master please, please fuck me. I have waited patiently. You didn't get to cum last week and I felt bad about that. Please, Master, take me and claim me completely. I want to feel you inside me. Let your slut pleasure you properly."I didn't say anything. There was nothing that needed saying. I simply picked up my slut and carried her back to my bedroom shutting the door with my foot.