She had been in the same position when he had dozed off. What a beauty she was! Those eyes! That mouth! Those lovely tits! And the colour and feel of...her skin... superb.“Good afternoon, Princess,” he said lecherously.“M-Master...” said Carlotta. As always, she seemed to flinch fractionally at the use of her title.“Master indeed my girl,” said Quentin. His eyes roved over the superb body which was his to enjoy during his stay. What then should he extract from it that afternoon? He considered.... “I love that cock, Billy! God, how I love your hard cock! I’m fucking you, baby! Mother is fucking your sweet, hard cock! Mother’s cunt is going to eat your cock up! I’m going to make your cock came, squirt that sweet juice in me!” Her gown was around her waist, her tits exposed, swinging above his face. She bounced her ass up and down wickedly, making delighted moans. She fucked him fast, then slowed down, screwing her cunt along the throbbing hard cock shaft.“Fuck me, Mom!” Billy grunted.. “Well, my dear, you are a lot more than a bit of fun to me. I would consider Sally to be a bit of fun but she is up for anything and with any bloke who can get it up for her pleasure. You, on the other hand, are a serious business to me and I am willing to go down on you wherever and whenever you want. So to answer your question, I want a serious relationship with you and promise it will be a two way street in all matters sexual as long as you find me appealing to your needs.”She came back to. ’ ‘You got all that from just a conversation and his eyes?’ He nodded. ‘Part of the specialist trainin’ I got in Fort Benning. Very helpful when playin’ cards,’ he chuckled. ‘I’ll bet. And what was that about me being your fiancée? Jumping the gun a bit, aren’t you?’ ‘Are you upset?’ It was a serious question. ‘No. But, I wish you had prepared me.’ ‘Sweetheart, I’ve been preparin’ you all week. I don’t know how many times I’ve asked you to marry me and you’ve never said ‘No.’ I figured I was.