Slave abby is standing nearby. She is dressed in a 1-piece rubber suit thatcovers her from her neck to her feet. She wears a collar around her neck, a...dthe zipper of the suit is padlocked to the collar, which is itself padlockedshut. There is no escape for slave abby from the suit now. There is no accessto her privates, either. The only concession to her basic physical needs, isa catheter that is inserted into her urinary tract. The tube bifurcates andwhen she pees, will carry the fluid equally. They was trying to look grim, but a lot of them looked worried if not a'feared. Couldn't hardly blame them. Facing them some twenty yards away was a loose file of horsemen with carbine-muskets in their hands. Lt. Morrison ran right between the two forces and down to where the British officer sat his mount in a bright red coat with a single gold epaulet, his sword resting upright on his shoulder."Sir," Morrison yelled out, as the horsemen seemed to be inching forward and rifles and muskets. " That skirt looks funny on you -- let me see what I can get." She went into the storeroom across the hall and emerged with a gray sweatshirt and sweatpants and handed them through the bars. He figured he would change later, but she waited expectantly. So he donned the sweatshirt, then turned his back, slipped the skirt off and pulled the sweatpants up."So, what can I tell you?" she asked."Um, whatever you think I ought to know to perform my duty," he said, looking down."Huh. I guess they. "As she sat there, smiling at me, I pulled off my tee and took off my shorts and briefs. Yes, I was nervous but she didn't seem to be. She reached out and, as I looked down, I saw my mother's fingers wrap around my hard cock and she eased me a step or two closer."You are very nice, Matthew, your cock is quite wonderful," she said softly as I watched her lean forward to see her lips slip around the crown and begin sucking.My god, my mother was sucking my cock. And she was sucking it wonderfully,.