?By the gods, Frederick was right, your beauty surpasses you.? Hestared at Melissia?s firm breasts, his hand moved down to the chamois leatherloinclot... she was wearing and tore at it eager to get to the honeyed treasurebeneath. She said nothing to him, she knew that this would happen and shewanted it to happen ever since she laid eyes on him. His hand found her vaginaand parted the soft fleshy lips, he plunged a finger into her and then withdrewit to examine the wetness he found there. ?Ah my. ’ Mike said. She followed him downstairs. Guest sleep upstairs but personel sleeps in the basement,’ he explained. The basement looked more like a dungeon though, it was a dim lit hall way with cells on either side. Two of the cells were already occupied by women about her age, wearing a similar Maid’s outfit, they were sleeping on their beds.‘Don’t I get to go home?’ Amber asked.‘Sure you do. When you’re completely trained and I know I can trust you, then you’ll can go wherever you want on. She had helped me so much talking to me after class on my work. She was a kind woman who usually wore her black hair in a ponytail and wore glasses. There on the bed she was wearing a high neck black halter top, fishnet garter belt, stockings and black high heels. And she had a riding crop in her hand.?Come here my dear.? She said in a very soft voice. I walked over to the edge of the bed. She reached out and cupped my breasts running a fingernail over my erect nipples. She ran her hand. She composed herself quickly, feeling a rush of adrenaline at the thought of his loins being returned from whence they came. The feeling was mutual, as her son, mimicking the man he saw in the park, placed both hands on his mother’s rear and began rocking her gently. He had no idea what he was starting. His mother responded aggressively, moaning loudly as she began to forcefully gyrate herself on top of her son. Her muscles - now more visible from the accumulation of sweat from the night’s.