I still could not utter thewords. I confessed that I knew what she was talking about. My motherwas having none of my attempts at a vague acknowledgm...nt. She insistedthat I describe it to her with lots of details.I hung my head in shame. That was so embarrassing and mortifying tohave to admit it to her. But I had no choice. "I dress up in yourclothes," I confessed."Excellent, I have more questions but before you answer, remember I knowthe truth. When did you 1st start dressing in my. "There was an accident on the bridge," said Janet as she entered the house. "Let me take your coat, and the rest of your clothes," directed Camille. In the hallway, Janet was divested of her clothes. On a table were all of the instruments of her confinement. The collar, bracelets, leash, and ball gag all seemed so innocent until a naked slave girl wore them. On the floor were her high heels, which Camille locked upon her feet. It took a few moments for Janet to once again wear her. I've arranged for someone else to assist, and brought him straight up." I think, Graves, that I can tell where he was, just from the odour. Jones, the lady of the house doesn't wish to be reminded of the activities in the stables, thank you kindly. I'd prefer you to wash before proceeding upstairs next time." Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. Mr Graves told me there was some urgency." Graves, do I need to discuss this?" No, no Sir. I will take care of it. You have an errand?" Errand, Graves?" Sir. You. As we humped faster their bodies shuddered in orgasm. I humped Kathleen’s asshole till I finally was about to cum when I pulled out and had Amanda un-handcuff them. Once they were released I shot my load over both of their tits and told them to lick it off of each others tits. As they licked each others tits Amanda took the vibrator from Kathleen’s drawer and began fucking herself with it till she screamed into another orgasm. As the three of them finished we heard the front door open. We.