With sheer nonchalance I was greeted with "Well slut is this anyway you greet your Mistress, if you can't greet your Mistress properly than maybe I sh...uld just go home". Immediately I respond with a quick please come in, it's at this time I fully take in her appearance, her black hair shoulder length hair is down, her legs are encased in sexy leather thigh boots that lead up to an equally sexy pair of black stockings, to complete the look she has on a black trench coat that hides her sexy. I felt the cold wet lube being applied to my ass and I knew it was coming again. I felt the head of the strap-on against my ass again and tried to position myself to help her get it in.Suddenly, I felt it pop in with the usual burst of pain. This time, she held it in for a bit as I grew accustomed to its size and then started gently fucking my ass. The pain was less this time, but still severe, particularly when she pulled out, or pushed all the way in. I could also feel the dildo pushing on my. It was weird to think of them having sex. But with me and Joy always underfoot, I understood we all shared the same right-place/time dilemma.But still, they could shoo and scoot us all they wanted, but it took time to get dressed for sledding. They got us out of the house, though we had to pause in the garage. I grabbed Big Bertha. Not only was it the heaviest sled we had, but it was also the only one I wanted to use. Our other sled was an old aluminum saucer so dented it was like going over. Miranda and Connor were in the dining room with Trink waiting for their breakfast, their papa was in the book room and their mama was in the kitchen soothing Cook's upset. Earlier Connor had gotten a pot stuck on his head and almost burnt down the kitchen as he ran around crashing into things puffing and screeching, Miranda running around behind him screeching because Connor was screeching, Cook running around behind the two of them trying to grab the pot off of Connor's head, when Miranda had.