An idea popped into my head.“You take the one on the right,” I snapped.“Of course, Master.” She paused. “How?”“I don’t know. But you�...re creative, Zanyia. You’ll think of something.”“And you?”“I have a dumb idea,” I said, the treemen splitting apart, navigating through the pit traps. “It probably won’t work.”“I hope it does. I would hate to have to find a new master.” Zanyia gave me a toothy grin. “Where would I find one with a cock as amazing as yours?”I grinned back at her. “You know just what. “No ... no you are not. You are beautiful” I blurted out.Jane laughed.“I know that you are a very honest person Rob ... so I believe what you say. But I still think I’m ugly” she explained.Jane is tall and slim like me. She has short curly red hair which frames a very beautiful face which is slightly hidden by a pair of nerdy glasses. She has a smattering of freckles over her face and upper chest. Her skin is very pale.I have often gazed at her soft hands and sexy slim feet with their perfectly. She opens the back door of the car as he gets his legs outside of the vehicle while still sitting at the edge of the seat.She stands there looking down at him. 'Am I about to do this to my own son?' she thinks to herself.She takes a deep breath as she gets her knees down on the muddy ground.Looking up at him she murmurs, "Well, um... take it out, then..."He bites his lip. "I don't want to. I want you to do it, mom."She gulps down her spit as she gets her motherly hands on his trousers. Going. We couldn't let Pam in, she'd know in an instant what was going on, there'd been enough rumours about Lena and me already. I whispered again to her, "Go and open the door, but don't let her in. Tell her you're fine and that you'll be OK. For God's sake get rid of her." Lena went to the door, unlocked it and opened it a fraction. I was already concealed behind the archive shelves, the ones where Lena had spread her little mattress on which we'd had so much fun together.I could here Lena saying.