But, dear Michael, the polite gentleman that he was, had never ever said a word…he just carried on with his duties.Until…….Last week I called ...n his services to repair a leaking pipe from the boiler that is housed in the laundry room. The days prior to his visit had been particularly busy with maid and slave training and a need for me to wear various items of silky, provocative underwear and seamed stockings. All my personal underwear items had been washed by Angelica and were hanging to the. The last two were exceptional. One was a petite brunette who sang a song. Another was a blond who did cartwheels. The bids were high, and I wondered if anyone had money to purchase my mother. It was time for my mother to be sold. She stood up when ordered and was led to the front of the stage. Her hands were still tied behind her back. Mom had the largest smile on her face. She stopped to shimmy her ample breasts. She even turned around so that all of the audience could see every side of her. I. You're a wild horse roaming the plains, mounting any filly you want." I grinned at her. "You can have all the filly's you want, just remember I'm your number one mare." Forever," I answered and she nodded. "Of course, you're free to mount just as many fillies."Mary laughed in a rich, musical timbre. "How would two fillies fuck?" she asked. "I don't think mounting would work. Maybe they would just back into each other to rub pussies together."I laughed, picturing two horses pressing their rears. He was so much bigger than any man you’d ever been with. He was strange and exciting and different.He drops his keys on the table and you wait for him to come down the hallway into your room. Your robe is half open, but you think better and close it up. He goes to the kitchen and just waits. Then you listen to hear his stomping foot. He sounds like such a giant.He’s going to want to do it. You can tell. That’s obvious though. He always wants to do this one thing. He says it turns him on. You so.