She looks a little insulted as if I don’t trust her. I take the notes from the envelope and cram them into my wallet. I thank her and make to leave,...brushing past her. I feel the gentle touch of her hand on my wrist. “Don’t leave me drinking on my own, it’s such a bore, won’t you stay and have a glass of wine with me?” Something in her face makes me feel like I can’t refuse, her stare seems to drill straight through me, she has really piercing green eyes. I agree to stay for one glass and one. The old man looks up to see the lustful wife watching her sissy husband getting abused."Make him eat you out while I take care of something else." The wife moves to the edge of the bed and the husband is grateful to be away from his attacker and back with his loving wife's pussy. "Can't you lick better than that, sissy?" snaps the wife. The husband freezes, did his wife really just say that too him? "That's right, eat me out properly, you'll call me Mistress from now on!"The old man chuckles. I then went down stairs to chill with my friend for a few more hours until going home still having that little incident on my mind.The new few times I went around the tension between me and his mother was growing, She was constantly wearing tops that showed cleavage, bending down in front of me so I could see them big juicy boobs and sometimes brushing her hand past my penis.One day I went to call for him because I knew she was home alone and I really wanted that pussy all to myself. I knocked. Upon reaching me, he hoisted me into the air as if I was light as a feather and slung me over his shoulder, before stalking back out of the room. I put up a fight, kicking him and pounding his furry back with my fists. He responded with sharp slaps on my bottom. "He descended the steps three-by-three all the way down to the dungeon. I had heard the staff whisper about it, but when I explored the castle, it was always locked. The beast opened the door, then spun around, so I could lift my head.