Freddie was sitting with his eyes closed, his hands folded on top of the open file of research on the table in front of him. He was very still, very q...iet. It gave the other three no comfort at all that he wasn't pacing up and down furious at the turn of events on the Norfolk collection.He took a slow breath. "OK," he said calmly. "Who wants to start?" Me, I guess," said Rick, sheepishly. There were tow things he learned about this sort of situation working for Freddie. The first was that. “So, wait ... THAT was what you wanted me to meet her for last time? You wanted me to fuck your mother? And how would you know if she’s great in bed, anyway?” Henry was skeptical, but hopeful now.“Yes, that’s what I had in mind. A threesome, to be exact. I still want that ... and more things besides. Mr. Warner, Mama and I are lovers. We’ve had boyfriends and shared them, but we’re a couple, really, in our way. Yes, it’s lesbian incest, but that’s part of the fun of it. So deliciously taboo. We. They had high heels, and Geoffrey/Jessica was ordered to sit still so they could be put on. They fittedjust perfectly, and as Mrs Driver laced them up, two rows of grommets infront having a long silky laced threaded through, he marvelled at thefeeling of his calves being wrapped up by the shiny material. The lining inside was as soft as it had to be on the outside, judgingfrom the sheen they reflected. Once both boots were methodically lacedup, Mrs Driver stood him up. Walking on the plush. I ground down onto him, extracting the last shuddering sensations of pleasure before leaning forward and burying my neck in his shoulder. We did not speak for some time, but I realised he was still hard; indeed, his orgasm seemed to have had no effect on his cock whatsoever. I squeezed him gently with my cunny and moved experimentally.‘Another, Mr Chandos?’ I inquired sweetly.‘Is it included in the price?’ he said, his voice muffled.‘I think, given your excellent performance on the first.