"Let's talk about real men. Mr. McLaren has invited us to spend the weekend at his house in the Hamptons."Archibald McLaren was a wealthy and powerful...man. Mother was his mistress, yet so much more. She told me he was her king and her master, holding her in thrall. Yes, those were her exact words. "King and master." "Holding her in thrall." I had to look up "thrall" in the dictionary. It means "enslaved, held in bondage." So I asked her."Are you his slave, Mother?" I had asked."Not as people. ... She asked Dad if he was upset over it.He said not to much or he would have put a stop to it. He said as long as there was no real sex if was kind of OK. Ted said that he was getting a woody and wanted to know if Dad was serious about us masturbating together. He said it was ok for us to do that if we were are all comfortable with that.Tammy started to play with her boobs and pussy hair and Allen was watching her very closely. He was beginning to get hard and really fast too. Ted asked. Almost half an hour after you left, the door bell rang and there was Tanya, looking for you. We didn't know where you were going and didn't have Wendy's mobile number, so we couldn't help her, other than to offer her a drink."That turned into several as we chatted, Tony in particular, trying to get friendly with her as he was a bit smitten. Actually, it had been quite funny. Just as he said he was looking for 'miss right' to appear in his life, the door bell rings and there's this gorgeous. His hand traced my body gently down slowly, until it found my moist pussy. He nibbled my ear again and I felt his hard cock through my pants eager for the night ahead. He bent me over onto the bed and ripped my pajamas down. I could feel him kneel down and spread my ass to expose my pussy, freshly wet. First he nibbled my ass check, then started a slow lick up from my clit - getting my fresh juices all over his tongue - pulling me onto his face. He stood up and grabbed my hair, pulling my head.