She was my fiancee, the love of my life. But Lillian was just another slut."Sorry, Master," Lillian said contritely.Violet gathered her bags and we he...ded to the Mustang, still guarded by the group of teenage boys. I gave each a hundred for their time. We had a hard time squeezing Violet's clothes bags into the trunk because of all the duffel bags full of money I had stolen from a couple of Banks today. The engine roared to life and I peeled out of the parking lot and caught the light at. He smirked and nodded."Alright, but after that, I'ma take you home, you should sleep this off," he replied, then covered his eyes, beginning his count to twenty. I ran to his room and pulled my shirt off, taking a picture of my discarded shirt and sending it to his phone. I heard it go off, and hid in his closet."Holy shit," he muttered, and I heard him jog down the hall into his room."Hey, hun, where'd ya go?" Drew asked, and I giggled, which turned into loud laughter, giving my hiding spot. Jackie looked up at her mother and smiled,“I’ll go and see him,” she said and left the room.Joan felt dizzy, she hadn’t felt this horny for ages and instinctively she unzipped her jeans and thrust her hand inside her panties. Her pussy was wet, very wet and with the mental image of her daughter’s lovely arse imprinted on her mind, Joan started to masturbate and as she did, a very naughty, but very horny thought came into her mind.Controlling her breathing Joan entered the living room. Jackie. She stopped, but let him sit for a moment, ass in the air, with the hot piss filling every cranny of his rectum, then she grinned. "Quid pro quo, my slave," she murmured softly, as if the lines between slave and Mistress were blurring. "You must take me up my ass."As she knelt and Brian stood, he felt the warmth drain out of him onto his legs, and he hoped the soon he could feel that fullness again, maybe with her piss, or maybe with another man's cum. He knelt behind her, and she girlishly.