One door, with one key around my mistress' neck.I was told to go in, remove my clothing, lie down on the table and wait...I waited for over fifteen mi...utes. In that time, my mind thought back to previous encounters with my mistress. She would sometimes call me at stupid times of the morning, like two and three o'clock. Once, she even woke me at five o'clock in the morning, just to go to her house, and lick and please her pussy.She was a gorgeous brunette, and her name was Lisa. She had hazel. Im not sure but all of us then fell asl**p for awhile sated by our big meal and a full day of sex.It was dark when Mom roused me from my slumber and suggested we all hit the bed sl**ping on the sofa would be killer to our backs and necks if we stayed on it all nite.Mom had a king sized bed so, mom gram,and me all shed our clothes and climbed in.I slept between them cuddling up to grandmas back and mom cuddling up to mine. About 7 nature was calling I needed to pee real bad Mom was laying about. I wanted to go over some surgical techniques in case I had to do an amputation. I was concerned about controlling excessive bleeding.Toward noon, Joe showed up with the strongbox, so we had lunch, and I rode in with him to deliver it. I wanted to see the face of the stage line manager when he saw the condition of the strongbox. Man, he was pissed! The box had contained about $2,000 in paper money, but it was probably reduced to ashes by the heat of the fire that had consumed the cabin. To add. I loved it.But today there was another noticeable difference. Jasmin’s hair which was always tightly cropped, today was flying loose and free cascading down past her shoulders to the middle of her back. She looked stunning. With each alternate bounce, I had the pleasure of watching her cotton top flap about revealing the perfection of her wondrously firm 35B tits that were unrestrained by any bra or boob tube. Watching her shirt bounce up from her unrestrained boobs which sat up proud firm and.