" Mom's pussy was sore? From the cycling? "And I'm all sticky," she complained as she ran a finger across her breast and the paint that covered it. Pa...nt that was now gooey and uncomfortable."I'll wash you," I said, then took her hand and before she knew what was going on, started to lead her to the bathroom. "And put lotion on your sore parts." You can't," she protested when she figured out what I was suggesting. I walked her into the large, marble floored shower."And who's going to wash your. About 10 guys were gathered in the rows in front, back and across from us. They all turned their attention to Rita when they saw her raise her skirt. She also noticed that she was the center of attention and that really let her loose. She spread her legs and grabbed my hand and placed it just below the leg band of her thigh highs. I began to stroke her leg in small circles, drawing her skirt even higher and making her breathe in shorter and shorter gasps. I widened the circle until I was. I read the message on the morning of Saturday. I called the number, heavens it was a lady with a sweet voice which was commanding too.She spoke only a few minutes, asking me to make myself free for the evening. She told me that she would share the location by 4 in the evening. I have reached the location by 6. I had a sudden excitement because this was never expected.I eagerly waited for the location. As promised, she sent the location at sharp 4 in the evening. I booked ola and reached the. ‘Tha-at’s right, my girl. Now, let’s have supper, it’s going to be . . . what?’ Well, Meggie and I had planned toasted cheese sandwiches, but the Mistress had other ideas, and we wound up with crisp bacon, crumbled on the toasted cheese, which she instructed Meggie and Eloise to make as rare-bit, Worcester Sauce, stale beer, and all. Tasted pretty good, as a matter of fact. Whatever we did for the rest of the night, except go to bed and sleep soundly, I don’t remember, but the Mistress told me.