"Is something wrong, Ceres?" he asked again, more firmly this time. "Taliya didn't mean to hurt me, Master. She was punishing me for trying to run...away!" "She had no right to punish you like that." "But I was in the shower, master. My skin was wet. That’s all." He just looked at me and smiled. He stayed with me until I was fast asleep. I ended up being out of classes for a week. But that is jumping ahead of my story. When I woke up at midnight I tried to go down stairs but. They ordered me to lie down in front and play with my cock for them with my legs spread wide so they could look at my cock, balls and ass!Their feet carressed my balls and pushed up against my ass!Once in a while they pushed their big toe on my asshole and made it poke inside!One of them sat on my face with her amazingly wet pussy and ordered me to lick her pussy and ass. I LOVED IT!!The feeling of a wet cunt and asshole grinding on your face while the other two are playing with your cock and. ’ ‘Oh Mrs. Owens-.’ ‘Please I insist Hudson. ‘I’ll just dig these up for you, if you need to look around the store for anything else.’ She shoos him back into the store. He leans against the counter for a minute. What am I doing? I never bought flowers for Mary or Elizabeth. He’s just about to tell her to never mind when she comes back. ‘Nothing else? Have you seen the new leather and fabric we got in? That new wife might want some fabric for curtain making and clothes for the children.’ By. It looked as if she was asleep, but I just peeked over a bit just in case. A good thirty seconds passed and she did not move. I decided to venture farther onto the roof. This would expose me to view, but it appeared she was asleep. I felt my pounding pulse in my chest and my head, and moved cautiously because of my nerves. Mrs. Olsen gradually came again into view. She had to be in her late forties or maybe fifty. She was a petite lady, with short, blond hair, very nice to us, and I was friends.