Why is Martha not at her desk?Gunther spoke, "I do not know the reason, but she was in a foul mood soI instructed the guard to send her home. It is no... good for trade so Ithought a spell at home might make her think twice about what she saysand does. I for one object most strongly when my Queen and friends arereferred to as tarts." Yes perhaps it was for the best. No doubt it will be to do with herson. He is a constant worry to her."The manager and Gunther went back to the group of girls.. I love to see her walk around in her nighties and this week she has not disappointed. During a get away she even wore her nightie to answer the door for room service. It was white, short and sheer, I had already removed her bottoms so her trimmed triangle was very visible. She invited in the nice young man into our room as she said she had to find his tip. I watched intently as he never took his eyes off of her ass and tits. I wish I could say it really progressed from there, but he took the. And after some soft rubs lengthwise up and down her wet self, she guided his head inside, in one back arching moan. I stood in disbelief at the master at work. She placed her palms firmly on his rock hard abs in order to control his young eagerness. Inch by inch she raised her ass off the couch, taking a stop every couple of inches to ease him almost out of her, only to slide up again to gain another delicious inch of the whole. Her moans and breathing were becoming unbearable, as I. "Don't stop," he yelled. "Fuck her like you mean it you prissy little cunt. Harder, damn you, Harder! Ben give her some encouragement."Ben needed no prompting. He had the dog-whip in hand and began to use it on Priscilla's buttocks. He flayed her bum flesh unmercifully, drawing blood from the harder cuts. The teenager had no option but to do as she had been ordered. She raped her mother's inflamed pussy unsparingly, until, overcome with lust Ben unplugged the teenager's anus, pulled down his.