Adeba’s mum Bisrat waved from across the street as she buttoned her shirt. Adeba stared at her beautiful mum. At 49 Bisrat still had a slender body....She was 5’9” even without the stiletto heals, had ebony close cropped hair, coal black eyes, a twenty nine inch waist and 35C natural, big floppy tits. She looked like she stepped out of a Victoria Secret’s catalogue, the African version.Bisrat was married not long after she’d arrived in the UK as one of a disparate group of refugees from her war. He came by today to talk about it, your momis working on the contract."Cat hugged her tightly while Ella shook her head and complained abouther getting lucky again. Anita tried to counter but Ella wisely toldher, "First it was helping with that film score, then it was having asong found that got sung by someone else and is a hit, now it's a songyou only made because it was boring at Trinity's house and the girlsdidn't want to babysit the triplets. That's just plain lucky!"Anita hugged her while. "I resisted making several very tempting comments, concentrating on eating my breakfast. I didn't want to be responsible for being even a minute late, because that'd be a tragic and irrecoverable mistake, and probably an unforgivable one.Vanessa came down at 6:30, to wish us a "Happy anniversary" - discreetly managing to include Carol - and to see everyone off. And, I suspect, to share in the excitement because the girls were getting pretty buzzed by now.She helpfully said, "Leave the dishes;. Wondering if you’re my perfect slave. I bend down and say.“Slave, you’re making me wet, by just watching you squirm.” I whisper into your ear.I start to whip you hard! Whipping your rock hard cock, your chest, and your feet. You moan with pleasure and pain. You try and yell but the gag gets in your way of words. I laugh in pleasure of you struggling. “Oh now slave, if you want the gag to come off you just need to obey me, ok?” I say.“Yes mistress, I do” you try and say.“Ok, now slave, don’t.