‘Oh god.’ ‘Is that a yes?’ My skin prickled with the shameful blush that covered my whole body. ‘Yes, Mistress.’ ‘Good,’ she purred, �...�maybe we’ll do that one day. Or maybe not. We’ll see. Now sleep, we both need some rest.’ I closed my eyes. ‘Mistress?’ ‘Mhm?’ ‘My back hurts.’ ‘Doesn’t matter,’ she mumbled, already halfway asleep, ‘that’s what you get from going home with strangers.’ It took a bit longer than that for me to follow her into the lands of dreams, but my exhaustion won out over the. She reached further down with one hand, and caressed my balls as she continued stroking me with the other. We made out like this for several more delicious minutes before she finally broke the kiss. Leaning back over to the table, Brandy grabbed the baby oil again, oiled her hands, and ran them over my neck, shoulders, and down my arms. She sat back and took my hands into her own, and massaged the palm and fingers of each hand in turn. Then she took my hands and placed them on her breasts and. It looked like she had already started by herself. I followed Jesse into the circular booth allowing her to press up next to the very classy looking Polly. In fact, Polly looked completely out of place in this "normal people" pub. She looked like she should be alighting from a chauffeur driven Rolls at the theater.I saw Polly allow her hand to rest in Jesse's lap and I knew she was "hooked" Jesse batted her beautiful eyes at the striking upper class girl and sipped on the glass of wine that. I was enjoying the way he tried to look at my tits and my thighs and his efforts to touch my body.My mum wasn't all too happy at his coming so often to our house and his hanging out with me in my room and she told me so. But oddly enough she did not mind Uncle making me sit on his lap, his touching and patting me, his coming to our house when Dad wasn't there and spending hours at our house sometimes alone with me in my room and sometimes alone with Mum in her room.She didn't say anything even.