Cmon, dont be afraid. Well, here goes. I was basically emotionally abandoned. The people you met today, those arent my real parents. They took me in w...en I was 9, took care of me. My real parents died when their meth lab exploded. I proceeded to lift my shirt to show her where the meth had hit my side, had almost burned my left kidney. Id survived, but Id be scarred for life. Oh&hellip, my god&hellip, Im&hellip, Im so sorry. I just&hellip, I thought it mightve been totally different. What you. It might be late and there will probably be alcohol, so we need your help with some chores and things before five tonight, please. I’m going to start getting ready around four.’‘Right.’I left to go change into a bikini for sun tanning later, and stubbornly, Jason followed me.‘You should rub yourself with olive oil, ‘ he advised me, leaning in the doorway to my room casually. ‘It makes skin super soft and helps make a nice tan.’‘You could have mentioned this sooner, ‘ I sighed. ‘Can you go get. From this position it was not easy to work on her pussy and my tongue soon ached from it. I sat upright and clambered backwards up the bed before stopping beside Charlotte who now watched with interest as her mother got on all fours and climbed up the bed with me, her breasts hanging low from her chest. I lifted my right arm up and Charlotte tucked herself underneath with her face resting on my chest while her mother sat on top of my groin. Charlotte looked down my chest and watched as her. “We’re not having this debate again, are we slut? How many times?” Mistress Trixy pulled Peter’s hair so hard he was staring up at her. “Every time I ask you to put on a little boy-on-boy show for me, you react badly. I know you prefer women Peter. That’s why you’re here. You worship me, you worship women; but this is not all about you. You are here to please me, and pleasing me has its own rewards. You want to make Mistress horny, don’t you, slut?” Peter nodded. “Good boy. And don’t forge,.