But Wes followed Sir and his women towards the front door, adopting his same demeanor as before; eyes forward, mouth shut, posture straight. Sir snapp...d his fingers once he got to the door.“Rebecca,” he said, “My maids will help you in your dress. Follow them to the dressing room.”“Yes, Sir.” he replied, letting him enter the building first before he did. A hive of voices swarmed out from inside. Wes followed the maids into the narrow corridor. But his curiosity was getting the best of him,. ‘Slave slut is eager to obey. Slut requests permission to talk?’ she nodded in agreement. ‘Slut is unworthy of such honour. Yet slut is happy for being so honoured. Slut is grateful to belong to Mistress’. Then I lay on the bed and she started caressing my whole body, focussing on my tits and nipples. She bit my nipples a little, which gave me a mixture of pain and pleasure. I knew I was about to cum already. Knowing I was so aroused she moved between my legs and started sucking and licking. “So, didn’t you enjoy our little evening in Gloucester then, John?” I asked coyly.“You know I did,” came his reply, before adding, “but I felt bad about it the whole weekend. The more time I spent with my wife and k**s, the worse I felt. How did you feel Catherine?”“Look, we weren’t unfaithful, we didn’t make love. We were just two lonely people, spending some time with each other and keeping each other company. No harm came of it, and no one need ever know.”“So didn’t you feel any guilt?”“No.. This is your bed. I can sleep on the couch."He shook his head."I will not let my mom sleep on the couch. It will be ok mom."He helped her in to bed."Are you putting me in here so you can invite her back over?" Kara asked.He laughed. "Well maybe I will have her back for a quckie. Pain. You know mom?" But I really dont want to be alone. Would you stay in here and hold me. I just need to be held." she said crying again.He sighed. By now is cock was aching for attention, and being next to a female,.