"Is the table ready?" I ask.She responds with, "Yes Ma'am, everything is ready."Entering the dining room I inspect the table for correctness. She know...that everything must be to my satisfaction or she will get a spanking. Ofcourse, nothing is right. The napkin is lying too far from the plate, thewine glass has a smudge on it, and the flatware is placed incorrectly.She immediately rearranges the table to my satisfaction, and I sit down,informing her of the spanking she will get after I have. She didn’t have any college education, so she had to do shit jobs. She mostly worked in a bar as a cocktail waitress. Although, I do think she might have done other work on the side. She had the neighbor next door watching my young siblings. I was old enough to take care of things in the house. She expected me to do the cleaning and all of the cooking. I was basically her slave.She’d always bring men into our home. We’d hear her screaming and moaning. Her bed would make noises up against the. Beth lay quietly on the upper berth, when she felt a hand sliding up her leg until it encountered her panty clad vagina! "Okay, Beth," Mac whispered, "down in my bunk now!!!" To scared to resist, Beth slid down to the floor and stood waiting Mac to give her further orders! "Strip for me, cunt" Mac ordered, "and make it snappy!!!" For the first time since she met her, Mac made some approving comments, but unfortunately for Beth, they were about how pretty her body was and how she was going to. I closed my eyes and moaned at the feeling. “There’s no way this is real, it’s got to be a dream. I’m inside my dream girl. God, don’t wake me up.” Cameron pinched me lightly on the forearm, then planted her hands on my chest, holding her body above me. I opened my eyes and stared into hers. “You’re awake Sketch, don’t close your eyes, you’re not gonna want to miss a second of this, Boyfriend.” Cameron leaned down and kissed me, then began to gyrate on me. Slowly, lovingly, she rose and fell on.