Me and my granny weren’t that close, on occasion I had heard rumors about her saying that me and my brother were spoiled rotten and that she couldn�...�t believe that my mother and father were raising us that way. My Granny was single, my grandfather had left her and she didn’t get remarried, I could tell why she didn’t. Because she was a bitter old lady, she had a nasty attitude, to go along with that bitterness.As my Granny opened the door, I couldn’t believe my eyes; she was still in her sleep. “I can see I have a lot more punishment to give you too, but oh crap?” I checked my phone app and Barbara Jean and Cheyenne had appointments soon with paying clients. I told them I would untie them but we weren’t done by any stretch of the imagination.“You did good, you opened my sinuses right up,” Barbara Jean touched her nose and sniffed as she shook off the bindings after I began to untie her.“Yeah, you surprised me. You were really pretty wicked for your first time,” Cheyenne’s ability to. No girl had ever given me head like this before. I told him I was about to cum. I expected him to take his mouth off of my cock and let me cum on him, but instead he started blowing me even faster. I exploded into his mouth. I shot rope after rope of cum into his mouth and he swallowed every drop of it. When my cock finally stopped spurting, he looked up at me and said thank you. He left the booth and so did I. I got in my car to head home. All I could think about was how good that strangers. That way, I can mould you to my ways more easily. Easily for me, that is." She smiles. I smile back, but I do feel very vulnerable. I didn't think that she meant it would be easy for me. "Well, so much to do! Where shall I start? It's like being an artist and you, moi slooga, are my blank canvas. When we have finished today, you will be beautifully decorated in reds, pinks and purples." She can see I look confused. "Moi slooga — 'my slave'. You say 'vash slooga' - your slave. Say it!" Vassh.