“Oh darling I think I may havemade a mess out of you. Why don’t you freshen up alittle while I get ready?”“Yes Mom, but please... don’t take too long.” We bothlooked down at my throbbing penis and realized theurgency. She reached out to grasp my shaft and replied,“Yes darling, I understand.”I stepped into her bathroom and closed the door behindme, more to give her a moment of privacy than me. Butthe moments I had to compose myself were well worth. Lynn smiled and said “No he can’t, anyway, I’m notwearing any, but he’ll find out soon enough”. I called her arandy slut as Robert walked back into the shop. I also noticedthat under her cotton blouse she wasn’t wearing a bra and hernipples were starting to poke through the material. Lynn’s blousewas already undone down to the middle of her cleavage, so when shebent forward Robert can’t have failed to see the top half of herbreasts. This time when. Was he asking me to jack him off? I didn't know what to do. I went red. My heart stared pumping with delight, so I proceeded. I started going slow at first, and then picked up speed. Jake closed his eyes, and started moaning in his sleep. I couldn't believe what was happening. He opened his eyes, and then said "Hey man! I feel a little bit awkward about this but do you mind giving me a blowjob? I've asked Steven to do it for me, but the best thing we've done was probably just see each other. So first thing with the Path of the Look is intent. Never let your look be an accident. Always consider its effect. You may choose to ignore that, dress as you please because it pleases you, but be aware even that has an effect. How much humiliation will a slave feel if his Mistress wear old jeans and sweater – not even bothered to intimidate him with heels and leather? Hmm?”“A shame,” Fara chipped in, “I was quite looking forward to putting on something like that.”“That can be too, Miss Fara..