Maybe the boys would just want the boobs and pizza....I was in the kitchen when there was a knock at the door....Betty and I had put on light tops wit... no bra, shorts and the cute little maids' aprons. Hardly functional, but we liked them...we had laughed at putting them on..."what the hell good were these things, anyway!". Betty went to the door, and looking not unlike a group out for trick or treat were the five boys. My son included!I heard them come in and decided to make an. ” “You are my favorite baker, though. I adore your cupcakes.” “And you are my favorite customer. Come see where I work.” He took my hand and led me behind the counter and through the door to the kitchen. A couple of young Somali guys, tall and skinny, were cleaning up. “You don’t want to get that pretty dress dirty,” said Willie, grabbing the hem and pulling it over my head. And there I stood, buck naked in his kitchen while he carefully folded my dress and placed it on a clean table. The. I got up andwalked over to her and sat down on the sofa next to her. I put my hand on her legand slid it slowly upwards. She parted her legs and I placed my hand on her mound.Her panties were wet. I leaned over and kissed her on the neck and kept rubbing herpussy as she fidgeted. I then kissed her on the lips. As she started to kiss me backI slipped my tongue in her mouth and she parted her lips and snaked her tongue intomy mouth. I slipped my hand inside her panties and slipped a finger in her. It was enough for Emma to live comfortably for years until she met James.Letting the memories flood her mind, Emma realizes she had not escaped the lifestyle at all but had been hiding from it because she missed her old master so very much. Her sobs turn to a wide smile of delight, realizing she can again live to please her man. The shower done, Emma stands in front of the mirror. Using a bit of lube she forces a thick ring into one of her tit piercing holes. The pain is fiery and intense as.