" Which 'old cow'." dad asked."Mrs. Carey," I smiled, "the one that told you I was being fucked on the doorstep." Language Martina." dad said firmly, ...Anyway who said it was her." Who else would it be?" I grinned."Hmm, who else indeed." dad frowned, "Are you suggesting she made up the story out of spite?" Yes." I smiled."Well there's not much I can do about it today, the old...Mrs. Carey has gone away for the day," dad sighed, "but I'll certainly be having words with her when she gets back.". My mistress continued making her teasing circles around my cock and I sucked her foot hungrily, my tongue licking the underside of her foot with renewed vigor knowing she was working her incredible pussy.“Keep it up, slave,” Mistress Mimosa ordered, her hand working faster on her panty-covered pussy.I did as I was told, a fire burning in me to keep it up even as my mouth was stretched and my tongue throbbed from its continued work. My body's made for her and thoughts of pleasing my mistress. Joe is especially happy with her work in Portland. It’s a good thing, she’ll get a bump in pay, but they need her out there a while longer than we expected, any of us.”Kelly stepped into the room, and put her arms around Dan. “I’m so sorry, Danny. I mean, happy for Jennifer’s promotion, of course,” she added rapidly, giving him an extra tight squeeze. “It must suck to have her so far away for so long. I’ll keep taking care of you until she gets back, though.” He expected her to give him her. Marge was sitting in a chair with a big glass of wine. She must have drunk quite a bit already and was in a talkative mood. I noticed straight away she had no bra on, her big nips sticking out. She was not a fat woman. We talked for a little then she started to flirt. I could not help but look at her tits as she got up to get more wine. She turned and busted me. "My my, I have not had a man look at me the way that you are in a long time!" Marge said with a smile. I was not sure what she meant.