Didn't know that. But hey, you're unfair - here are two girls standing nearly naked in front of you, and you wear complete street gear? C'mon, get off...this clothes, it's warm enough in here!"I grinned."If you would give me a hand..."I stretched my arms high above my head, and both girls didn't need a second invitation. They approached me and began to strip my clothes off, and I must say, both of them had really experted hands... when it came down to my jeans, I could feel my dick starting to. He's going to spend the night, actually. We have a lot of catching up to do." Hans!?," Rick thought. "That sadistic fuck? What in the world was Lisa thinking, sending Sarah to train with him?"Hans was in his fifties, openly bisexual and kept a bunch of young male slaves at his house. And there was always at least one female as well. He didn't call his dungeon "Folterkeller" ("Torturebasement") for nothing: Meister Hans practiced the most brutal pain and genital torture on his slaves. Some who. And, to add insult to injury, although Jen and I knew just how much care we had taken to coil the wire up neatly when we had put it away the previous Twelfth Night, yet again it had somehow tangled itself in the box, so we ended up effectively playing a frustrating game of 'cats cradle' before we could lay the wire out in a long line.I thought about winding the cable around Jen's forearms, so that I could sneakily tie her up and molest her without retaliation, but Mum kept coming and going so. 50 pm as she had an important call to attend to. So was just sitting there and scrolling through my WhatsApp and chatting with my friends.It was 2.52 pm and my mom came towards the dining area, she had changed her dress after cooking, she was in cream colored leggings and a black skinny fit t-shirt. I started observing her body and wanted to relish on her body than on the food she had prepared. She came and hugged me and as an aftermath had a huge erection.I relished on the food prepared by her.