We always started this quietly, where I smoothed my hand through her locks and she bowed her head, where I caressed the back of her neck and she react...d with submission, going still with her emotional atmosphere.It was always me who had to break the quiet, too. “We haven’t played in a while, baby.”“No, sir.” She said it softly, respectfully, and I brushed her hair back from her face, enjoying the feeling of how calming that specific routine had become because it definitely had. It was always. They would be back in about an hour. Anita would be here in 30 minutes for coffee. She thought about a shower and decided to stay as she was. She was sure Anita would smell her sex. It made her feel like a slut. She liked that feeling. If anybody said anything, she could say Brad hadn’t told her what to do or wear. Lesson number four for Brad, if you want you your mother to do something, or wear something he must tell her. She stayed naked so Brad would have to tell her what to wear.Anita was. Also Martha had a small tramp stamp with his initials . When they were in the cabin , she always called him master. On the mainland , she treated him like a son but she always remembered he was in charge. Last week Jeff had jammed his whole fist up her cunt & now whenever she walked she had a very sexy wiggle. Collared & leashed her collar said "Jeff's housewhore " & she was glad to wear it. As Jeff finished wacking off , Martha opened her mouth & her son/master unloaded his jism & she. I did so without a moments hesitation.My skirt was up over my hips and my pink frilly knickers were on full show for him.He took hold of them by the elastic waist and ever so gently began to pull them down.His hand began to massage my right but cheek."This is going to hurt you more than it's going to hurt me Girl"he said and with that he gave me a good hard slap.I winced but i can tell you it was not with pain,oh no.This was pure sexual adrenalin and I was wanting it more.Hius slaps came in.