’ But I also felt good, maybe for the first time in months. I told myself that Cleo maybe was only makin’ it worse for herself, but I couldn’t h...lp feelin’ a whole lot of ‘you go, girl’ too. It was maybe a week of the guys movin’ around sullen but subdued on the shop floor before trouble flared up again—but when it did, it was a doozy. This time it was Ed. And Ed was a whole new level of worry over what Dutch had been. Dutch was pretty quiet now, still favoring a swollen jaw—and, I had no. The rest of the week was pretty normal, if the life of a slavegirl can be considered normal. There was sex, pony training, sex, pampering, sex, serving, sex and more sex. Finally, the weekend arrived.Faith was once again blindfolded. She was naked but for that and the armbinder that encased her arms behind her back, stretching her shoulders back and thrusting her breasts forward obscenely. A ring gag was lodged behind her teeth, keeping her mouth open uncomfortably wide and effectively. Yes, the tee-shirt was right, I was looking, and Leanne encouraged me as she walked towards me and asked me if I wanted to audition for the part.“They say older guys know what they’re doing between a girls legs. Want to prove them right” she said before she reached around my neck and kissed me on the lips. “this is for helping me out”I was smitten and kissed back opening my mouth seeking her tongue, as she shared my thoughts, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.My hands wandered onto her back,. We didn’t like her anyway” she said pulling me into a hug. My face nestled into her ample bosom. “You deserve so much better”“Yeah” I nod. My eyes glued on her cleavage. The thoughts running through my head are not the ones a son should be having about his mother. “Thanks Mom” I say pulling myself away from her. “You going to be ok?” She asks looking me in the eyes.“I’ll be fine” I smile. “That’s my boy” Mom beams as she gets up and heads back upstairs. A few hours later of mindlessly watching.