We had been using the part-time help hard the last couple of weeks and they needed a break; on top of that it was Super Bowl weekend. Those that wante... the day off, we allowed them to take it.All the bars had been running many kinds of Super Bowl specials and parties. We expected that by noon customer attendance would drop off and it did some. The gym was busy this morning and so was the tanning booth.Wendy, bless her soul, came in even though she had the day off and worked. Susan was on a ship. Then he placed his finger on her lips ,signalling she was to be quiet. She kissed his finger then in a fit of mischief raised her head and sucked the finger, letting her head bob up and down on the digit, laping at it with her tongue. After a minute the finger was removed.Peter turned to Jack again,"she really is somehting isn't she" he whispered Jack nodded wide eyed with an obvious growing bulge in his shorts.Sylvia licked her lips and said "more please".Peter reached forward and turned on. “You were gone by the time I got up.”“I was next door,” he said, smiling at his mother.“With Susy?”“Sure, and we fucked in her room again, Mother.“Where was Grace?”“I don’t know,” he said. “But she was someplace in the house.”“Did she tell you two kids to fuck again?”“Sure,” Donny said. “She’s nice, Mother.You should become friends with her.”“Oh, I should, should I.” she grinned back at her son. “And why should I do that?”“Because they’ve got a neat bedroom.”“Who showed you that?”“Susy,” he. —master, what if? the boy began, but trailed off, his lower lip, plumped with silicon and painted bright, cock-sucking red, disappeared between his teeth. He bit until he drew blood. —Yes, slave. What if?? —master, what if this slave?, again, the boy choked on his words. He tried several times to convey the thought repeating over and over in his mind. The one thing he imagined would save his pathetic and painfully-full balls from a slow, painful, and irreversible death. —If you don’t answer me.