But God did she need him. How long had it been? That question bounced around in her racing mind. She couldn’t help recalling the callouses on his pa...m as his hand tickled along her skin moments before, stopping so close to that place she throbbed without actually touching her. Need spiked in the pit of her belly as she contemplated how he’d touch her, use her… “Let’s see how well my girl can stay still,” he spoke from somewhere behind her. She wanted to turn her head, but remained still.. She stopped momentarily tostroke “shame on you” finger movements at me, and thenkept eye contact on me as she went back to suckingRob’s very hard cock. For the next several minutes,her eyes went from Rob to me, and the hand rubbing herclitoris seemed to move a bit more insistently. She continued to stroke him, but took her mouth awayand asked him, “OK Robbie, where do you want to cum?Want to cum in my mouth?” – with that she took him backinto her mouth. It was of great disconcertment that mydaughters never made me feel truly welcome. Me! Their mother! Each time Ideparted Emily's Tuscany villa or Fiona's Normandy manoir, I sensedbelittlement and condescension.I didn't like that feeling. It was the sense that I was unwanted andundesirable. Silent contempt. Hushed disdain. Each time my daughters toldme that they loved me, I saw in their eyes their asking me to get out oftheir and their respective families' lives.I drove the car along the country. Repeating what I did with Ann, I say, “Hop up here, baby!” while I pat the desktop. She looks at me funny like I’m out of my mind, but with my help she is sitting on my desk. I have her lean back and I tease her in the same way I did Ann, kissing up and down her thighs for a while.Ann asks, “Mistress, may I suck Master’s cock while he pleasures you? I’d like to make him hard again for you.”I swivel my head in surprise at Ann calling me ‘Master’ but Marge seems nonplussed like this was something.