Eventually, Jaq got Jane onto her knees with me kneeling behind her, guiding my thick cock into the folds of Jane"s wet swollen pussy. I fucked Jane w...th Jaq massaging my heavy balls; Jaq squeezed my balls as I shot my load into Jane, making her squeal with pleasure.I quickly took a picture of Jane with her legs spread wide, her pussy oozing with my cum and sent it to Clive. I invited Clive to come round; in a short while, Clive appeared on the doorstep. I led Clive upstairs and pushed his head. I sat down and she took my hand and put it against her boob.”“So you were still dressed?”“Yeah, but she pushed me back and giggled,” said Leslie, remembering the day so very clearly.“What color dress do you think you look best in?” asked Jenny, toying with the button to Leslie’s jeans.Leslie shot a glance at Jenny, unsure of what she intended. “Maybe blue, dark blue?”“Yeah, that would be nice, with dark stockings?” she said as the button popped free.“What are you doing?”“You’ll need to get out. And, thinking over events after Anne had woken me up, I added: 3. Talking to my Mistress without the proper form of address. Anne was watching my every move, and when I added the third offence, her eyebrow went up, and she studied me. Gone was her nervousness and tension, replaced once more by a look of calculating self-assuredness. I handed her the open book, on the palm of my trembling hand, my eyes looking downwards as a demure gesture. The moment had symbolism, filling the air like fog on a. “Why ever not?” Mary asked, surprised at her mother’s reaction.“I’ve imposed on John enough already. I can’t keep landing my troubles on him all the time. It’s too much.”“Mum, John would–”“No Mary,” she said sharply. “I might go see Ellen, Simon and the children. John has his own life without having to put up with misery-me yet again.”Mary knew her mother too well to argue further, thinking that even a trip to England to see Ellen would help her. So the matter was left there, but Mary’s mind.