By the end of the night she had received $500 in tips. The place was amazing. After the bar closed the manager and owner Andy told everyone to stay an... drink and party. This was a usual Friday night event. Come to think of it and every night event as Casey would find out. The town was one big vibrant party. Casey was naive and not used to this style of fast paced life. Her idea of fun previously would be going to watch Friday night football and then having a few drinks and watching a movie. I do not believe that we were told that any members of the family remained although their house slaves were certainly in evidence, and several of the boys paired off with some of the dusky girls before the sun set and the last bottle was drained. I flopped into a small bedroom on the third floor that was likely part of the servants' quarters judging from its barren furnishing. It did not bother me. I was tired enough to have slept on the pine floor.Early the next morning, I heard my thin door. I struggled to keep my mouth on her clit as her lower body thrashed beneath me. My hand was covered in her juices now as she convulsed to orgasm. Ellen never said a word, but her moans and groans explained what she was feeling. The chair she was sitting on moved slightly over the carpeted floor as wave after wave flooded Ellen's body. Ellen pulled her finger from her asshole and tried to push my face from her cunt, as she felt her body become over-stimulated. She was loosing control. I. He imagined that he was the lanky youth in the video and that it was his mother bent over the desk.Michele flushed bright crimson as she watched her son climax calling out for his mother to take his load. An intense flash of arousal lanced through her body and she felt her sex begin to moisten. She spun on her heels and quietly retreated, closing the door silently behind her.Michele Cashmore's high-heels clacked on the wooden hallway floor as rushed to her bedroom. She slammed the door shut.