She nods to me and begins her daily cleaning of my cage with a rag filthier than the torn "clothes" she's been allowed wear.While she cleans, Mina tal...s to me, her voice a consistent flow of pretty gibberish. I can't understand much that she says, but it's still nice to have friendly company, and I hope being able to vent to a stranger who doesn't understand her language brings her some comfort as well. Satisfied with her work, Mina crouches in front of me and says two words. "Master coming.". Lydia soon was ready to doze off and joined her boyfriend in their bedroom leaving just me and Wynona still sitting in the den talking. Wynona was very pretty, strawberry blond, sexy figure and twenty-seven years old, two years older than me at the time. I was enthralled with her life story. She had put herself through college as a stripper and told me about a serious lesbian girlfriend she had in those days before she met her husband. I was very tipsy by this time and told her that I had never. I hugged her from behind and felt her breasts. “You’ve pleased mommy and you’ll be rewarded,” she said and led me to the bed. Helen removed the dressing- gown and pulled my pyjamas down. My cock rose in salutation to her pussy. I bent down and pulled down her trouser along with her lacy mauve coloured panty. When it fell around her ankles she stepped out of it and held me tight pressed against her thighs. She felt my erect, throbbing cock and said, “Don’t your prick ever get tired?” I. As I stood there she came to me, and, leaning forwards, kissed me softly on the lips, then knelt and lifted my shirt to reveal my growing manhood. Taking the head of my cock between her lips she sucked me slowly into her mouth, moaning softly in a way that added to the exquisite sensations of her mouth around my shaft. The feel of her tongue running up and down my yard brought me to my full stature, and it had been so long that had she not withdrawn, I would have soon shot my bolt. She pushed.