Only when looking closely at Catherine, when her face was unmade, was it possible to come to the conclusion this pair could well be mother and daughte..., rather than sisters, or perhaps around the eyes of Catherine, which along with those of her daughter, were now cast to the floor in the manner required of them.For these two beauties were by now fully trained in the art of subservience demanded by their effective ‘owner’ Peter Harris.To Speak only when spoken to and to look only when told to. But another side in her remembered the time they had spent together; the promises they made and she of course remembered that Sister called her for help.Martha was not simple-minded and instantly recognized the uniform of the woman on the other side as one worn by the Army and not Union Police.“Who are you? You are not Tria.”“We are investigating...” The uniformed woman was interrupted in mid-sentence as a new image replaced hers. A similar uniformed man appeared and if Martha recalled her. Her lover lifts her ass and lets Lucy remove them. She leaves Jocelyn’s panties on. The anticipation swells inside Jocelyn as well as Lucy. They have been here many times over the last few weeks, but each time seems different and exciting—like it’s their first time, time and again.Lucy runs a finger along the cotton fabric, dragging it over the other woman’s clit. The feeling is intense—so very intense—Jocelyn gasps sharply as her eyes roll back in her head.“Is all that wetness for me?” Lucy. He was free, open, the rutting badger. She'd snapped at him because that's what she thought she was supposed to do. Now, he was enjoying something he'd never done before because they both had the strength to step past external expectations.Like her pleasure last night, this morning was quick and to the point: Badger was already very excited. He soon spent inside her. She was close. Badger was about to continue fucking to bring her release, but he perversely decided to honor their game. He.