I wasn’t supposed to know such things, but because I spend a lot of time in the kitchen and caught some of the gossip, I knew she had eyes for Greif...n’s son Uwe. He was a deckhand on one of our surface fishing boats.She gave me a smile and then talk to Midril. They did not talk loud enough for me to understand most of it, just fragments and phrases. I never was much of an ear dropper anyway and was about to resume checking out that Union Fleet Info brochure when Midril came over and said. “I. It became instantly full of passion and intensity. Our lips locked, my arms extended around her. I pulled her closer to me. I could feel her breasts pushing against my punding chest. I slipped my tongue into mom's mouth and she easily allowed me in. I sighed. Mom sighed. We kissed harder, deeper. Our tongues danced around each other's in a lover's tango. I rubbed her back with my hand as we kissed. Mom threw her arms around me and held me tightly, never wanting to let me go. My hands slipped. Mistress Debbie just leaned over me licked around my nipples and said be still it will all be over soon. With that she moved between my legs lubed mine and her cock up and started stroking both. My cock came back to life very quick she lined her cock up with my ass telling me after she opened me up with her cock I would never have trouble with constipation again. I tightened my ass as tight as I could tring to keep her out. Mistress Debbie telling me I might as well relax she was going to take. “M-Master...” said Carlotta. As always, she seemed to flinch fractionally at the use of her title.“Master indeed my girl,” said Quentin. His eyes roved over the superb body which was his to enjoy during his stay. What then should he extract from it that afternoon? He considered... then decided. “So I shall demonstrate my mastery, slave,” he continued. “Go to the second drawer and bring me the rod you will find there.”Carlotta’s sloe-eyes dilated fractionally with fear. She bit a fulsome lower.