“Come on bitch I need to inspect you.”I rushed out to the lounge, and stood before my Queen, who was seated and waiting, "Turn around slut and pre...ent yourself," after years of training I knew what was expected of me, I raised my hands behind my head and locked my fingers, and spread my legs then bent over, giving my Mistress a clear view of my arse.“Not bad slut, did you grease and lube your butt for my pleasure?““No Mistress, I forgot. Shall I do it now?"I could not believe I forgot as simple. Bright spots burned at both her cheeks. “He didn’t do anything, Mom. This was all our idea!” Jesse said, quickly jumping to her feet. “Yeah, we were playing cards, and he won, so we had to… we had to…” Jill volunteered. “You were betting sex with my daughters?” Lisa demanded, still looking furiously into Rob’s face. “Mom, that was our idea, too.” Jesse told her. “He only wanted to play for toothpicks, but it was Jill’s idea to play for kisses. And for the second round, it was me who. ’ ‘Alright, sure. I’d love to go to lunch with you sir,’ she batted her eyelashes playfully at him. ‘Actually, why don’t you come to my house and I’ll cook us something?’ Chris grinned and nodded. Grace was a pretty good cook, and she improved all the time. She loved spoiling him and he knew it, and he had actually invited her to lunch in hopes that she’d want to cook. ‘That’d be awesome, my little housewife.’ Grace glared mockingly. ‘Shut up.’ At that moment the professor walked in and their. But sometimes it’s not about how YOU feel about it, it’s how I feel about it. And sometimes it hits me and I really feel dirty.”“I don’t know how to help, Mimi. If I’m around, I mean...”“You, you talk with me, go places with me. Being around you makes me feel clean for a while, then I stop and think and I feel so dirty again...”“I’d hug you...”“Sometimes ... Like a while ago, when I just held your hand. It’s like good energy left you and entered me. You’re very therapeutic. That’s what the.