She pulled back, sucked me dry and then got up from her knees and kissed me again. I tasted my cum on her tongue. Finally after the kiss she said, 'Hi... I'm Jenny.''William here.' was all I could manage.'You must have a pretty strange impression of me after that. I don't normally do that.'I didn't say anything at that time, thinking about what Gwen had told me that afternoon.Jenny said,'I could use a drink. And I need to pee.'I knew the perfect place, thinking of my cabin out of town and told. ..............Things happened so fast after our new arrangement that it left my headspinning. From the night that we had our discussion and I had answered,"Yes, Ma'am" our roles changed. I was her slaveboy, she was myMistress.She no longer did anything around the house. I cooked, I cleaned, I didall of the shopping, and the laundry. All of the things that she usedto do, I did now. On top of that, I still had to do the normal manlythings that I had always taken care of like mowing the lawn,. When I slipped my cock into Cyreel, she felt different. Her pussy was warm and so much wetter than normal. I guessed that was from Mr. Watson’s cum. When I closed my eyes all I could see was how he fucked my wife. My toes started to tingle and my balls tightened. It was so hot watching him doing my wife and that image of him pumping his cum into my wife pushed me over the edge. I gave one final thrust and started to cum but only lasted a minute at the most.Cyreel kissed me, "Oh baby, I'm so. You have taken little Felicity for your own and that means so much to her. Tell us about George Wilcox who was at Mama's funeral?" He is Felicity's grandfather and came north with us when he sold out and didn't want to travel west with his wife. He blames her for allowing their son, Brad, to go bad. Not only that, she wouldn't have anything to do with Jessie, and has never seen, or had the desire to see, her grandchild. He, on the other hand, came north with Jessie and helped her and Felicity.