"How long have you known Pamela?" Alice answered in what sounded more like a deep sexy female voice than that of a male. "Just over six years." As 'sh...' spoke she attached the lead to the bed rail and began sorting through 'her' drawers and selecting suitable garments for Craig to wear. Craig paid little attention to what was happening, he was far more interested in Alice's story. "You mean you've been her maid for six years?" He asked incredulously. Alice paused and looked over at him in. " My hips jerked."That's probably enough, dear," said her mother.Alyssa sat back, tits jiggling on her chest, staring at my fat, bloated cock. "It's ready and so am I." For what?" There had to be limits. "I'm not putting it inside you again. You're too young to get pregnant, and if we have sex, I won't be able to control myself."Alyssa stood up, her pussy lips wet and inviting. I struggled to keep from reaching out and caressing her inner thigh, coaxing her onto my lap."We can't leave you like. Shaver. And Dirty Whores dont get a say. Id had to repeat that phrase and variations thereof fairly often in the last six weeks. Once he even made me hand write it twenty-five times while he fucked me slowly with the thick mahogany nameplate thats probably still on his desk today. It took me three tries until the legibility met his requirements. The truth at that time was that I didnt like a lot of pain, right at the beginning or at all. But I suppose one could call it an acquired taste, like. On the few next days, she tried to seduce me by trying one thing or the other; like she used to tuck her saree slightly below her waist, showing more of her deep cleavage.One day, she didn’t wear a bra and her nipples were poking out of the blouse. I understood that my mom wanted to get fucked and I was really happy that my mom also wanted the same.Another day, I intentionally cummed on my mom’s bra, which she was supposed to wear. When she saw her smeared bra, she also knew my intentions and.