Her name was B, yes, the letter. Her master did not think she was worthy of a proper name. She was his slave. He owned her body and mind. He did not b...y her. She gave herself to him to be his sex slave.She served him and those he would lend her to, in any way they chose to use her. That meant that she did not get out often. When in her master's home, she was kept naked and open for him to use. Sometimes, there would be guests that she would be required to serve, clothed, at least to start. Now. I thought of fastening my lips on that big hard nipple and suckling like an infant. “Jesus.” I moaned and reached for my zip. My 8 inch hard-on sprung free of my jeans easily and throbbed in my hand as I leaned there against the house. I stroked slowly as I watched her. She dropped her head suddenly and sucked one of those glorious nipples in to her mouth. I could almost hear the sucking and then the slight pop as she released it. Her slim fingers moved down on to her toned stomach. With one. To my amazement she then swallowed all my seed when I came to the boil… yes swallowed it… my mum the typical old maid who would not hurt a fly or get involved in anything sexual, gulping it down like nectar! I must have dozed off for a second, the rattle of a milk lorry or a train must have awaken me, and she had gone. I lay in bed the curtains open, musing about this side of mum I had not even dreamed of in my most lurid fantasy as, as a local train wandered past, soon there would come those. I felt really uncomfortable when I realized the vibrating sensations of the shaver had also caused Amy's clitoris to poke up out of its bald little hood. My shaving her undeniably had aroused her. The second I shut off the shaver, she checked herself out in the mirror. She seemed pleased with what she saw then informed me it was my turn! I told her there was no way, but she threatened to tell the guys that I attacked her, tied her up and shaved her in a fit of insane passion. Amy pushed me.