’ ‘I think you’re in the wrong house. How the hell did you get in here? I locked all doors.’ ‘I’m used to wandering in and out of here. I ...sed to act as caretaker when I worked on the island when Clyde was away overseas on business. By the time Rosella arrived to live here before their marriage I had opened my Auckland office. Clyde told me to drop my gypsy-like appearances at the house unannounced but called me later in the day and said your mom thought the custom was cute and wanted it. When I started to stroke his cock, he laid on his back and put his hand on the back of my head. He pushed my head down and said, "suck my cock, baby." He had a nice hard cock which was average in size and I like that because it's easier for me to deep throat. I took his cock all the way into my mouth and used my tongue to lick his balls. He liked that a lot. As I started to flick my tongue on the lower part of his balls, he kind of stiffened up, and when my tongue flicked on his anus he. "May I ask Mistress a question?" Go ahead," answered Janet."What would you have me wear?" asked Jessica."A locked chain around your waist, to start. Something that you couldn't remove yourself. Then perhaps your labia might be pierced to contain a medallion proving your slavery to me. You could even be tattooed or branded as a final mark of ownership. Would you like to do something like that?" asked Janet."I don't know, Mistress. I'm still pretty scared," truthfully answered Jessica."Thank you. She was at our table before I was and other than blushing a bit when I walked in there wasn’t much change in her demeanor. I tried to bring up our encounter from the day before but she gently put me off saying that it was fine and she didn’t want to talk about it. The only real difference I could pinpoint was that soft notes of coffee were wrapped up in the cinnamon and sugar I detected from her the day before. The three smells combined into a whole that was almost intoxicating. I worried that.