I bent to pick up the rag I’d dropped and furiously went back to work on the closest piece of furniture, which was polished to the point of absurdit... by now.“It’s boiling in here,” Mairead explained as she reached the landing.“Yeah, isn’t it? Really hot!” Heather agreed.I could hear the full flush of lust in her voice. I held my breath, hoping her mom wasn’t as cognizant.“Dad probably cranked up the heat so he could sleep,” Heather suggested.There was a pause as Mairead stepped to the. Sarah kept rubbing her mother’s clit until she pusheddown hard and shuddered to a powerful orgasm.She kept pushing back against me and as I softened andstarted to slip out she pushed me back in and held methere with her hand as she kept flicking my balls withher fingers to get me hard again.When she was satisfied she told me to lie on my backas it would be easier that way for Sarah to takecontrol in that position.As soon as I was on my back Sarah crouched over me andtook hold of my cock. All she needed now was to remove the tracking device, and choose the ideal moment to make her getaway. She froze mid-stride, with the sudden realisation that she needed to find some kind of evidence to back up her warnings about the Progenitor, if anyone was actually going to believe her.If she could get to her treasure-trove of artefacts on Valaden, they would be enough to convince even the most stubborn of sceptics, but there was no guarantee those items hadn’t been destroyed when she was. The buzz of the clothes dryer broke my moment of contentment, yanking me back to the present. I really didn’t want to do more housework, but I knew if I didn’t, no one else would. I heaved myself onto my feet, grateful that for once I did not have to wear heels, and padded off to satisfy the b**st in the back of the house, and its incessant buzzing. Looking back, I have mixed emotions about whether I would have been better off being lazy that afternoon…The load of laundry was mainly my.