She was far too beautiful and clever to warrant anything but the velvet glove treatment. Her place in the sun would be assured, she would have more mo...ey than she could use and her own slaves to bully or pamper as the whim took her. For now he had the job of guiding her first steps and he knew that the work he was doing was not only having results, it was proving very profitable. They had to think of a name for their butterfly before she was moved to her final lord and master.He felt sad that. Icouldn't believe that I was being blackmailed! I told her that my wifewould never fall for that and demanded she leave. She said that with afew follow up phone calls, she would have my wife convinced that I hadan out of town girlfriend. Stunned, I sheepishly asked what she wantedfrom me. What she wanted was for me to get dressed up and go on a "date"with another guest!She left saying that I had an hour to make up my mind and that the timewould be put to good use by bathing and shaving. I was. She needed more then this and she found she needed more then that, badly. Her body began twitching. He never saw it. Her body began tightening up as he toyed around with her tits. Still, his clothes were still on and he’d grown hard as he did his own thing for her. Regardless, her legs, unable to do anything but tighten up more and more, and her hands, due to his tongue and mouth and hands, were reaching for him and bed cloths to “release” the growing tensions within her “soul.” She started. I wondered if Mum knew what effect she’d had on him. For a second I saw them fucking, his big cock inside her, as she bucked beneath him, while I fingered myself. As soon as I thought it, I was wet.I sat down with difficultly. My cock was rock hard, which I did my best to hide by trying to keep sideways to Fleurs’ mother, Lindzi. She sat opposite me. Her legs were tanned, and I wondered if she was tanned all over. My cock throbbed, I needed to think about something else. I looked over towards.