To do all those things I did to Maria to Mom.She was such a beauty. Blonde, like Maria. Only mom had bigger tits. She had that lush, mature build of a...woman with experience. Maria was a budding flower, gorgeous and sensual and delicious, but she wasn't forbidden fruit. She wasn't the woman who carried me in her womb and birthed me.I wanted to slide my cock back in her. I wanted to fuck her hard. To bend her over her desk and fuck her. My dick was hard all day. Frustration built and built in me.. Arousal, perhaps? Could such a thing be? “Come, maid.” Quincy takes her firmly by the arm and leads her into an adjoining room. Keswick takes a candlestick and lights several lamps along the walls. As the room comes to light, Katherine’s heart sinks. This is not an adjoining wine cellar—it is nothing short of a prison. All manner of iron shackles and wooden stocks are scattered throughout the room. “M’lord…” Katherine protests with all the calm she can muster. “Perhaps your requirements for the. As Vivian returned to massaging one of her feet she also became aware that Lizzie was deliberately rubbing her crotch with her other foot. She was being stimulated by the feel of her foot rubbing her vulva and the sight of Lizzie's legs all the way up to her panties. The silken panties floral pattern matched the tops of her nylon stockings. Vivian was being stimulated so much that she could feel the increasing dampness in her own panties. Lizzie slowly lifted one foot up and placed it in front. ' Whoops wrong thing to say I thought as soon as the words came out my mouth. 'So you think you can call my breasts tits do you?' 'Sorry Miss.' I stammered, 'Well what are we going to do with you Wilson? I know you have a penchant of daydreaming all day long, what do you daydream about?' In for a penny I thought, 'You Miss.' 'Me Wilson, any particular part of me?' 'Your tits Miss.' 'Oh I see and what would you like to do with them?' I hadn't thought of that had I? 'I'd like to feel them.