It will be perfect for a college kid or maybe a widow or widower. But I don't want to be tied down to feeding a boarder. Having a little apartment wit... all the amenities will make it more valuable and a lot less of a hassle." Thanks, Mom. I feel a lot better." Jackie, I'll never try to get rid of you. Even if you're a 37 year old loser, still living above the garage, you'll still be welcome. But I might make you cook your own meals." OK, Mom. I'll keep that in mind."Chris came in slowly, afraid. Told me to get on the floor on my knees and I did as told. He brought his dick close to my face. “Where has my dick been bitch?” “My ass sir.” I looked at is Dixie biscuit then looked at him as he pushed his dick to my lips. “Just submit, open your mouth and taste your ass.” I slowly opened up and let him push into my mouth. The smell was strong and I felt so dirty, humiliated, and nasty, but I continued. I stared to suck his thick dirty cock responding to his commands. “Fuck. She had the smoothest voice. It was so soothing that any anxiety I was experiencing from the situation seemed to vanish. Her silky voice made me feel at peace. She spoke in this circular pattern making reference to a pendant, which was hanging off her rear view mirror. She told me about the history of her pendant and what it meant to her. The story was so fascinating that I found myself concentrating so hard to see the pendant the way Kim described it. I hardly noticed the music she. Now, I would be wracking my brain trying to figure out how to describe this last “character” that she has. But, luckily enough, and yes, still staying true to the story, it was this third “personality” that had decided to sneak in to her Master’s house on this morning, and to risk his wrath just to fulfill some twisted need that she has.She was doing nice long, deep, and slow strokes with that mouth of hers when she must have sensed that I was finally awake. She opened her eyes to find herself.