She looked round, “Look fifty quid each is the best I can do.”“Our Demelzer does it for love.” Denzil replied.“Well a half of Cider and pack...et of pork scratchings,” I clarified.“Then she’s a fucking idiot,” she replied.“How do you know our Demelzer?” Denzil asked before the penny dropped. “Oh trying to be clever are you?”“Compared to you I’m a fucking genius!” she replied. She looked round. Thirteen condom clad cocks now glistened moistly in anticipation. “Oh fuck it, don’t get spunk on me. ’ Mike stared in disbelief at his mother’s beautiful, glistening face. He leapt from his bed like a scalded cat. His back hit the wall of his room and he stood there, the shock washing over him. ‘Michael, don’t push me away,’ his mother, Jennifer, cooed to him. She rose from his bed like a goddess and took a step towards him. ‘Stop!’ he commanded. Obediently, she complied. ‘Don’t you want me, Michael? After your father died, I needed someone to help me, to care for me. I thought it was you. I. " She ushered him out into the hall with the knickerbockers in hand."Kneel! You may kiss my feet now." He did as he were told and kissed the toes of the tightly buttoned boots of the dominant servant; He would willingly have served her in any way she chose. She left him, naked but for the shirt and collar, kneeling in the middle of the hall. He watched her pert bottom move sweetly in the tight black leather as she strode away, through a door under the stairway, closing it behind her.He was made. When there, I warned my wives to expect treachery at any time, though I didn't expect a problem until after the trade had been made. We hauled the mother-of-pearl to the vendor and picked up our 66 pounds of amber in four packages.We had almost gotten all the way back to our cart when we passed an alley entrance. Six men jumped at us, swinging clubs and ordering us to drop the amber. We were expecting this, so we waited until the men almost reached us before we morphed. Six men, with or without.