‘It is not nice to tease Master, slaves.’ I said smiling to both of them. The waiter placed our orders on the table, I saw him look at Amber. Her ...apkin had fallen down exposing her wet pussy. He quickly moved his eyes away when I thanked him. I leaned over and whispered in Amber’s ear, ‘Amber, you better cover your pussy. The waiter had a good view.’ Her face turned red with embarrassment, her hand quickly pulling the napkin over her pussy. The waiter came back to our table checking if we. Fatty, being the conspiracy theorist he is, immediately began to imagine strange things. He was sure of the truth hidden behind this rumour, especially when he heard the guild was called the Dark Brotherhood.‘If that’s not a flag for something dubious going on, what is?’ With that thought in mind, Fatty cleaned himself up a little and made his way to the Dark Brotherhood to get to the bottom of whatever this conspiracy was. ‘Because it’s obviously some sort of conspiracy to entrap the common. Soon, she thought, perhaps soon, when they were all more at ease with each other."Mom, mom," he breathed, "you have the very greatest cunt in the world. I love to fuck both my sisters, but fucking you is always so far out, so exciting, that I just about freak out as quick as I'm buried in your pussy." Darling," she said, stroking her hands along his naked back, feeling the sleek shaping of the cheeks of her son's ass. "Oh my darling, lovely boy. It will always be this way with us; I Love your. Eileen carried the soiled tartan blanket containing his fertile seed. After a friendly hug at the door and an exchange of comforting words of condolences, Ellen Brand ushered Malcolm and Eileen into the warmth of her living room. “I’ve put you and Malcolm in Frank and Mark’s room,” she said, forcing a smile that quickly faded. “Single beds, I hope that’s okay,” she added, in a whispered apology. “Couldn’t be better,” Eileen uttered, under her breath. “Frank’s stopping at a friend’s house..