As soon as I am free, I put on my plastic apron and shower cap. She always needs to go to the toilet first thing in the morning and I have to sit unde...neath her special chair. It is like a commode but there is a funnel at the bottom from which I must drink. Sometimes there is too much or it comes out too fast. When I make a mess, I have to lick it all up from the floor. My mistress likes everything to be clean at all times.When she is finished, she sits at the table and reads the paper. I. .. years later, but it was too late. She'd lost both of you to the state and she passed away. Drugs and alcohol had destroyed her. I asked the social worker in the area where you both were and she said, 'Misses Kingston's children were wards of the state and had been adopted.' I figure she told them she was Ethan's mom. After all... she had been caring for him. I knew that whatever life you both had was better than I could have provided. I didn't look for my son or for you. I left town, got a. I felt my chest tighten. Then she moved her attentions to her other breast, putting lotion on it with similar thoroughness. Every so often, she looked in my direction. Was I imagining it or was there recognition in her eyes when she looked toward the spot where I stood, hopefully hidden? Her actions were having a very powerful effect on me. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of my cock and soaked the front of my shorts. If this kept up, I was going to be taking a lot of cold showers! Amy continued to. ...but Jarrod and I need some visual stimulation...right Jarrod?" James said nodding his head."Yes....I need to see some nice white ass....to get my Johnson in gear." Replied Jarrod.So there we were, maybe there would be no fantasy tonight. We all seemed to grab our drinks as the room was quiet. I stood up and began to unbutton my blouse. "I did promise you a look at what you have been trying to see at work....right James." I said."Yes...you did." Replied James. After my blouse was off, I.