You serve them the same way,” she told me while she forced the handle to the back of my throat and made me choke.“Oh C’mon, Mistress Ann, if you...don’t have any faith that these little sluts can graduate to our satisfaction then agree to serve them for a MONTH if they can pull it off. Put your ass where your mouth is,” My mom teased her playfully.“Oh, it’s Mistress Ann now? I think Liz and I would like to see you serve these little twats all by yourself,” Ann teased my mother playfully.“I was. ........" Debbie knew exactly what she was planning. She was a Goddess who knew exactly what she was doing and were and how this was going to end. I was under her spell mesmerised as I glanced down and watched her take my cock deep in her mouth. "HHHhhmmmmm, MMMMMMMmmmmm, Aarrggghhh" Debbie knew this was it, the point of no return was here as she released my cock and shouted "Come on big boy, give it to me. I want to be covered in your come!" I reached down and grabbed my cock, now straining to. Her breasts, she held his hands there on her breasts, urging his touch. Her nipples begged to be pinched, squeezed and teased.She could feel that warmth spreading out inside of her. Starting in her belly and rapidly filling her being. Soon she lost track of where she was, what was around her and anything else. She wanted to scream out his name in pleasure, but could only moan and whimper and sensation filled her, ebbed and flowed, and did so again. She closed her eyes and let it wash over. Janie was no art critic but they felt like truly great works of art. She went downstairs to her husband, sketches in hand and asked him where they came from. Steve looked first at the sketches, then at Janie and his face fell. ‘Darling, there’s something I need to tell you.’ ‘What is it dear?’ ‘Twenty years ago I made a promise to you that I would never again turn a woman into a bimbo. I promised to give it all up for you.’ ‘And I love you every day for that sacrifice you made for me.’ ‘And I.