Miss Clearmont has been at your little pussy hasn't she? Oh dear, a whore with a cunt this size is bound to be a failure so I'd better take you in han...." Suddenly I remembered Mistress Greta and Mistress Torment discussing a Jenny but I could not remember what they had told me. I came out into a sweat of fear as she slowly twisted her hand about inside me and then pulled on the ring at my nipple."Please, don't give me back to Miss Clearmont." I said. "Why not, my little slave, why not?" Because. Lilith did not have a home for herself, and all she does is wander, have Sex, eat and sleep. Many tribes tried to enslave her or make her their leader's mate, but because of her abilities and natural expertise in the bedroom arts, she overcame them. This lead to Lilith being an ally to the tribes, not as a member, but as a friend. If she needs to a place to stay, she could look for one of the befriended tribes near her for shelter and food. She never overstayed her welcome at the tribes, since. By the way ‘as far as practical’ — in my book — doesn’t include getting my head blown off, or anything stupid like that. So I resolved to be prepared to think on my feet, leg it, or come up with my own plan as circumstance dictated. Hey look, it had been inferred that I might well be the target of an assassination attempt. If push came to shove, and things got… exciting, I would damn sure be ready to run as far, and fast, as my legs would carry me. Anyway the premise of their plan went. She gagged and spluttered as she deep throated him, his cock still as hard as ever in her mouth. Kyle could see long gooey ropes of his cum swinging from his mom’s boobs like a pendulum as she continued sucking his cock. She eventually pulled away, taking a deep breath as she did so and leaving his cock covered in her saliva. “Oh…oh Kyle!” she moaned, looking down at him as spittle ran down her chin. Kyle watched as his mom began fondling her boobs, a look of absolute passion and lust on her.