First door to the left leaving Mrs T’s room was her daughter's bedroom, then the kid's bathroom with my best friends room at the front of the house....I was staying in the daughter's room as she was gone for the weekend to a friends house.That Friday afternoon my friend asked his mom, “Are you dressed to go out with dad yet so Charlie and I can come in to play Atari?” Mrs T said yes. We turned on the Atari took our places on the floor and started playing. Mrs T emerged from her bathroom in a nice. A gold chain around his neckand gold bracelet were complemented with Christine's Gucci watch,which fitted his wrists. Rings were, however, a perennial problem.Chris' hands weren't excessively large, but none of his wife's ringsfitted and he had only bought a few adjustable rings which were notvery satisfactory. He had secreted a few of Christine's rings when henoticed that she had stopped wearing them; under the guise of buying aring for himself, he had discerned his ring sizes and had taken 3. I knew he wanted Goldie to make me his bitch. I wondered if I could actually do it. The idea of it excited me but the actual act was so foreign to me. A woman giving herself to an animal was way outside my comfort zone. But as I began to undress it became less weird. I was getting turned on and the thought of any cock inside me had my pussy purring.Now naked I watch as Goldie attempted to withdraw. Each time Lisa squealed. His knot remained firmly implanted. Finally he had success and I looked. "It's time to start our holiday."I froze in fear."Don't you know me Victor? I taught you how to wipe dirt off the floor."It was Patricia ... mrs Patrycja."I needed a special employee. Exclusive, private and very dedicated. You worked very politely and conscientiously. I need such a boy in my life. I know you need a woman like me."Me - How can you know that I need a woman like you? Actually, who are you really?Pat - I am the president of the company to which this office building belongs. And as.