Kathy stood up and ordered me to go and clean the kitchen floor. "I want that fucking floor spotless you jerk. If you do a good job, then we'll see a...out milking that silly little tool" I immediately got up and tried to put my jeans on but she told me to clean the floor totally naked. I went down to the kitchen and searched around for cleaning materials and then set to work with a wet sponge and soap, scrubbing the kitchen floor tiles, totally naked I was and with a real boner on my four. That music was titled, 'The Merry-Widow Waltz'.I didn't know my mother could play the piano. When she began, she was sitting on the bench, posture perfect, striking keys and beating time very much like the score intended. Soft and melodic, her music caught me more than by surprise, it caught me like a mercy trap meant for small animals. I'd walked right into it, and the entrance had shut delicately behind me. For the rest of the morning I listened to my scantily clad mother relearn how to play. " Master," he corrected me."Slave loves to suck Master's cock." He smiled as he started to take offhis own clothes, no doubt loved keeping me with my cuffs behind my back.He sat back into a couch... and I stepped closer and kneeled between hisfeet and then knelt down and started teasing his cock with my tongue.Little licks around the head, nice long and slow slurps up the length ofhis shaft... and in less than a minute he was fully hard..."Suck it," he told me."Mm.. Yes... Thank You, Master,". ? I had found it, I laughed as I saw the signs we had put down to keep people out, they looked as if a baboon was let loose with spray paint, “waning dangrus” and “sta owt”, we really couldn’t spell. But it never stopped us, if fact when Sam pointed it out, I told him: “NO, I don’t spell it wrong, the world spells it wrong. Mines right”, I couldn’t help but laugh at how naive.