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Mother son sex i intend to amuse myself with you, and that's all there is to it. You didn't come here for a slumber party, you know. Alright, I said at last, feeling a strange, grown-up feeling. But not TOO hard. Just for that I'll give the last three extra hard, she replied. I stood. I set my glass in the bed, precariously, the covers holding it in an impromptu arrangement of curves and bulges. Rover and I had quite distinctly messed the bed up, with his antics and my resistance.

May I take a bath first? I asked. He's been licking me all over. I felt his tongue lave up the crack of my hiney and batted it away. You may do whatever you like first, she answered. But you won't get paid any more for staying longer, however long you dawdle about. A quick one, then, I answered.

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I hurried into the bathroom, got the water on, stepped in. I felt free mother son sex in the shower. I let the steam engulf me, felt the water cleanse me all over, thankfully. She took those in her hands as she pushed down my jeans, cupping my hips in both her big, broad hands, and shoved the whole works down, my panties as well as my jeans.

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I wore slim boots on my legs and as she got my pants down she had to lift my feet, one by one, and draw off my boots. Then off came my pants, my fleecy bush feeling quite exposed with nothing covering it. I felt a mother son sex little wet between my legs too, for it excited me to be naked in this big mansion, not knowing at all where I was, or in whose house I'd been invited into. Bethany shrieked as the other maid took hold of her and began to undress her. But it was just a single shriek, and then for some reason she quietened, and let the maid do her work. When we were both completely naked the bigger maid, the one who'd handled me, opened a door and brought us through a doorway into a bathroom. She lifted off my Black Sabbath medallion but then put round my neck, rather solicitously, a bar of soap mother son sex suspended in necklace-form from a rope. The tub in the bathroom had already been filled and I realized now why, in the few moments I sat with Bethany in our darkened bedroom, wondering what to do, I'd heard water running. Oh, but I must pee! Bethany declared, as the two of us were urged to step into the newly filled bathtub. She darted to the toilet. Blushing a little, for all of us were looking at her, she sat down nakedly on it and let out her water. I had to go too.

I went after her, peeing as the bowl refilled from her flushing it. Then, when I'd stood, and flushed away my pee, the bigger of the two maids placed a warm palm on my bare bottom, startling me, and guided me quite frankly back to the bathtub. This time she lifted my leg for me and actually forced me to step over the side of the tub into the water. I almost fell as she picked up my leg. She picked up the sponge and bathed Steve's member with it. She was washing off the semen left behind by his joust with me in the dungeon. He flinched. The water was cold. It did not dampen the lust of his organ, though. He remained stiff, painfully so, and had to bite his lip to avoid coming in her hands. That's a good boy, she cooed. Mustn't come, master would be upset. He admires a fine young cock as much as I do! Steve trembled as she spoke. She was only encouraging him, and she knew it. At last she placed a kiss on his cockhead, right on the slit, leaving a smudge of red lipstick behind.

I mother son sex was next. I let her bathe me between my legs. It felt good, though fretfully cold. I felt nice and clean when mother son sex she was done. We were led to our cages. We walked easily, not knowing how to escape, proud in our nudity. Perhaps she was tied to a bed at the general's, or suspended like this, worrying about me even as she worried at her own mother son sex fate. A hanging concentrates the mind wonderfully, mistress smirked at me. She slipped her jeans down her legs. She shed them like a snake might shed her skin, so tight were they, Brooke Shields being separated at last from her precious Calvins. A pull on one pantsleg, then the other, and she was free of them completely. They lay in a pile on the floor. She did not bother to pick them up. She was manly in that way, leaving her clothes lying about. Perhaps she expected me to pick them up when we were done, wash them for her. Her eyes took on a kindly look. Kindly but determined. She turned. Her fanny presented itself to me. It was white, white as mine.

I wanted for all the world then not to suffer under her hand. Please let me go, I begged. She tossed her head, did not look back. There was no need to.

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