She wept and held on to me, while I came twice to each of hers. When the sky darkened, he let her go. He told her to make supper for her parents. We h...d stocked our shelves with vegetable soups for Donald. She made spaghetti for me. Terry sneered when she offered to load a plate for him.I wondered at stupid things, like why he required me to suck him clean and then stuff his cock back into my cum dripping cunt. Terry must have fucked himself dry that day. Stace slept in her bedroom, while I. I wondered how long she would continue to drop innuendos. Did she know that Liz knew – about Becky and me, at least.“No, Mum.”“But you have a lovely voice, Sara,” said her mother. “I mean you were singing in the car on the way over here.”Sara switched her gaze from Becky to me and then back to her mother. “Erm, yes, maybe. But I can’t do it to order. I’ll bet Becky can’t either.”Becky had probably been hoping the inquisition would blow over before she became involved. But now her cousin had. But please now dress. We have a guest for dinner." You wish me to wait at table?" No, not tonight. I have arranged for a simple buffet. You do not need to appear as the housemaid, you shall be the hostess alongside me."Nicola smiled and thanked me. It was half an hour later that she joined me, corseted and in her long hobbling skirt and high necked blouse, in the parlour. She had dressed her hair so that it was piled high upon her head. Together with the way that her collar forced her head up,. “Are you getting wet Missy? Does it turn you on to be a little slut?”I nodded again, unable to respond with words, her low sexy voice lulling me into a highly aroused state. “Prove it little slut, pull up your skirt and let me see your wet pussy,” she commanded, pushing her chair back a little so she could turn and face me. I did the same and mirrored her position. Without thinking, my hands went to my knees and slid up my thighs. They grasped the hem of my skirt as I lifted it up to my waist..