. not like she had been only a brief few weeks earlier when she had arrived, purchased by my boss as a slave. I recalled that day and especially the e...ening of the dinner party that had ended with Laura and I joined together by our clit chains as Mr Foster took her from behind, doggy style. Once he'd finished, he'd retired to bed leaving us chained together with the comment that it would give the pair of us a chance to get to know each other better.I smiled as I thought back to that evening. My parents were gone somewhere. We talked for a while, and then Tim proposed going to the cinema. I refused. I had to take care of Connie. Moreover, mom would have scolded me if I had left "the poor girl" alone. Meanwhile, in the inner courtyard "the poor girl" was watching a TV show, giggling from time to time. She was slouched into her wheelchair; her casted legs were jutting out, propped on the footrests. A parasol was protecting her from the sun. As she saw me, she immediately asked me for. " "Okay then, so you never had a mother figure?" She shook her head no. I placed one palm on her leg. "So, are you comfortable, Keisha?" "Yes, but you're saying if I keep seeing Joe, you'll be my mom?" "Something like that, if you want me to, that is," I answered, prior to pecking her cheek. "Is this one of those situations where you only say 'Yes,' if I do?" "No, I think you're beautiful, and will definitely make my son happy. Did you suck his dick?" I asked before a pause. "That got you to. The two holding my breasts noticed this too and started to take me over to this lad seated.I was guided to the floor in front of him, kneeling between his legs, I looked at his cock, it was thin, long with a shinny head, no hair and looked so clean, nothing like my husbands cock with his curly mattered hair, I then heard Dora’s son say,” Go on Mrs Jones, show him how good you are, suck his dick”.I did not hesitate and that must sound strange as I have never sucked a cock before but I just.