There was a small, pink bakery box with a couple cranberry-orange scones that Callie’d brought from a bakery she said was her favorite, but neither ...oman was eating. The therapist cocked her head slightly to one side: tell me more.“You’re probably going to think I’m crazy, but I feel like a caretaker for this. Like it’s my charge. Someone abandoned it here and I had no choice but to take it in, and now I’m responsible for caring for it. It can’t do anything on its own. Without me it just sits. I grabbed her and turned her around against the countertop and fuck her doggy style. Oh, you feel good inside me son! Mom moaned. After fucking her from behind for a few minutes mom said, Ahh&hellip, son, you fuck your mom a couple of times already, I want to know how it feels to fuck you. Ahh&hellip, Pull out of me and bring me a chair, son. I want to fuck you on the chair. I got so excited I quickly pull out and ran to the dining table to bring in a chair. Sit down on the chair! I want to. I had never had a tattoo before believing that they would just look silly when your are 65. This one was definitely going to look silly. It hurt like hell and all Alan could say was you get used to it when you've had a few more tattoos. I thought there was no way I would be having anymore.......little did I know.'Now' he said, 'Master John said you would take care of me as payment' So again I found myself on my knees in front of a man. His cock was not as big as Master's but when eventually he. "Look me in the eyes as I fuck you, Evelyn. I want you to see who owns you now!"Soon enough Evelyn started moaning. Heather suddenly stopped and said, "Open your mouth wide, slut!"She then spat in the young girl's mouth and said, "Swirl my spit in your mouth. I want you to taste it before you swallow it. Yes, just like that. You like my taste, don't you?" I...I do, Mistress..." replied the young blonde.Satisfied, Heather began fucking Evelyn again. She lowered her body on top of the young.