"It's almost like he doesn't like me."Without a word or glance, I remove Mistress' work heels as she continues ranting on about another guy from the o...fice who turned her down for a date. When finished, she walked over to the living room, still not acknowledging me, as I followed after her. In the living room, Mistress plopped down in her chair, and continued ranting, as I fixed her a drink."What kind of guy wouldn't want to be with me?" Mistress continued, as she took off her office coat, and. She grunted, thrusting her pelvis upward mashing my face into her. She moved around in the chair as if she was having convulsions. I sat up and as she stopped squirming I extracted my fingers. She continued to pant some time before catching her breath. I looked over at the timer and saw that there was a couple of minutes left.“Do you want me to continue?” I asked. “No, no more now!” she gasped. I sat in the empty chair. I looked at Peggy. She quickly grabbed the die and rolled it. She tossed it. It felt as if her heart skipped a beat when she heard this mechanical buzzing sound emanating from the heavy door. “Open says me, motherfucker!” She exclaimed with a pleased chuckle. The loud sound of heavy metal bolts shifting in sequence made her take a cautious step back. Once the door stilled with its mechanical clunking, a metal handle emerged from a hidden slot in the door. She couldn’t help but admire how technically fancy could be because shit like this must have cost quite a bit. . I did a coke and three glasses of water in no time at all. Who knew sex could be dehydrating, I mean, I knew I came a lot but there sure wasn't that volume of liquid. Kathy even had made a small birthday cake for me that I thought was sort of sweet. I mean I think it meant I was more than just a meal-ticket to her. Dad's idea of watching and not talking to much seemed to work, these three weren't just fucking me, they were trying to be nice to me. Even Janie had a birthday card for me, when I.