My cock was hard in his mum’s black lace panties and his cum was drying on her black fully-fashioned stockings. We were both 17 and I was staying at...Mikes as his family had gone away for a couple of months. Mike couldn’t go because of school and it had been agreed that I would stay to keep him company and my parents would keep an eye on us. I had been there a week when our relationship took on a new dimension. It was a Friday night and we had been drinking Mike’s dad’s scotch. We had decided to. “Ah, so that’s what she’s up to,” Cass said when we met up at the medical centre.“It’s only a suspicion,” I shrugged.“It ties in with a few other things that have been happening,” Cass replied thoughtfully. “Healers who once were my friends but who dropped me like a stone have recently been in touch to ‘congratulate’ me and enquire as to who is the father. Though I haven’t told anyone, not even Cassira and Jerulla.”“Can’t really see where she hopes to go with this,” I mused.“Probably trying to. While Olivia showered herself making sure she was all clean and shaven she could not help but think about what she had been through so far and could not wait to see what her Master had planned for her tonight. She steeped out of the shower and slowly dried herself off before walking out of the bathroom still fully naked and she walked down the hall to her room where her Master had left some clothes for her to wear. She walked over to the bed and looked through what he had layed out for. I even got a little tongue, and that was a first. Amy and I had flirted before, and even kissed somewhat seriously, however, we’d never had a French kiss until that moment. Amy looked very pleased with herself when we broke apart. She must have missed me.I introduced everyone, and then as we got into their modern beachfront house, Jon appeared, tanned, hair tousled but in a way that heightened his attractiveness, and reeking of sex appeal. He greeted Pam and Trish with polite kisses and.