Mr. McLaren has invited us to spend the weekend at his house in the Hamptons."Archibald McLaren was a wealthy and powerful man. Mother was his mistres..., yet so much more. She told me he was her king and her master, holding her in thrall. Yes, those were her exact words. "King and master." "Holding her in thrall." I had to look up "thrall" in the dictionary. It means "enslaved, held in bondage." So I asked her."Are you his slave, Mother?" I had asked."Not as people usually think of it, but,. "I would have had sex with Mark, without a condom," Laura said."I thought we talked about this, Laura!" Renee said, anguish in her voice. "I thought you were going to stop!" She can't help herself," I said. Renee looked at me, tears dripping down her face. "You, of all people, should understand what that's like."She nodded."I know people like Laura," I said. "If they're not protected, they can be badly hurt. Laura needs protection." And you are going to protect her?" Renee asked.I nodded."And. ."her"! How they are enjoying some nice food, a nice meal in a fine dining establishment, on money that she worked hard for. Laughing, chatting, probably flirting and touching each other's hands, other people looking at them, and thinking "what a nice couple". She wondered if they might run into anyone they knew, and shuddered at the thought of it.Just as she had shuddered with latent pleasure mixed with intense hurt as she helped dress her Master for this date earlier in the evening. Helping. "Just relax and breath through your nose," Terrence instructed, pushing deeper into my throat. I struggled to breath as he held is dick down my throat for ten to fifteen seconds before pulling back out.Gradually my throat got used to accommodating his thick cock."You're doing a hell of a job," Terrence said, as he held my head fucking my throat with his huge black dick.Terrence held my head tightly as he pushed his dick further into my throat until every inch of his thick black cock was buried.