I am enjoying at your cost, I sexily move my hips as my skirt rises higher even more.I wish you good night and pretend to be sleeping but I just lying...thinking about how it would feel to have you touch me and feel you inside me. As if you have read my thoughts you switch off the lights and come and sit next to me. I don’t understand how to react so I just keep still making you believe that I am really asleep. I feel your hand on my knee and the forwarding towards my thigh, I felt my skirt hem. We catch up over coffee and soon end up in the shower. Which leads to him asking about my scar which I say is nothing much. Shortly thereafter we are still wet and into heavy foreplay. Typical long foreplay with me dripping and him being the man of steel. Soft missionary entry, lots of kissing and again I have the longest cock penetrating my cervix right where I like it. I've climaxed a couple times already and he is in non rush mode with soft short strokes. Frederick loves my breasts, we. I opened my eyes and saw my bedroom door about half open and I heard my MIL again heading from the bathroom to her guest bedroom. Once again she paused and looked through the open door. I quickly realized that she was looking at my cock as she hadn’t even noticed my eyes were open when she looked in. I decided to “play along” so as she moved about in the guest beed room, I quickly got out of bed and stood next to the door like I was using it to balance myself so that when she walked out of the. Was I being fair? Icouldn’t have cared less. I was only doing my duty. If Babbette got punished, that was her hard luck. I patted her big bottom. “Go and lie down, girl. You’ll hear the news good or bad, quite soon.”Babbette spread her ample body on the hard wooden bunk. A tear ran down one cheek. She already guessed she would be punished, unfair though that might be. That’s slavery for sure. I left the cell and made my way up to the Overseer’s Common Rood. There I made a report concerning.