. what do you need me to do, sir?" I asked as he brought the pillow towards me."Just lift your head up ... that's it. I'm just gonna slide this pillow... under your shoulders. Good ... good. Now just let your head hang back over the pillow. Good boy ... that's perfect. Now your neck is stretched out in a nice straight line ... perfect for being massaged." It felt kind of funny to be lying there with my head tipped so far back, but I could feel what he meant. With my head in this position, my neck. She said, "The trouble is over. Jerry and Donna are watching our kids until we get back. Paul got Joe but was wounded. I'm worried. I stopped the bleeding but it's serious. Can you help?"Pam looked at her hard. "Are you sure it's over? We liked you and gave you our trust." I understand. Jerry and Paul wanted to tell you but were threatened. Please help Paul." She looked upset but somewhat resigned.Pam said, "Robby help him down. I'll tell Mel. She may need to talk to George or Ollie though."Pam. ”“You want to annoy your mother?” I enquired“Only a little. “ I suppose everybody likes to irritate their stuffy old parents sometimes, I thought. “You’ll have to promise to still get through the list. Grand-Chuchesa Mantua is first I believe.Oh! Oh! I have an idea! Suppose we make you do it in the dark? We can mix servant and noble and see if there is a difference in the feel of their ‘place’. How would that be?”I wasn’t entirely averse to the idea, but felt I was being controlled again. I. "More than happy to oblige, I thrust into her, making her groan. As I pumped her, I ran my hands up and down her long, stocking clad legs, before sliding one hand round to rub her clit. My Mother screamed out again as her forth orgasm of the night shot through her. "Look at the mirror", I told her. Groaning with pleasure, my Mother looked. It was an impressive sight. She was kneeling on the bed, her hands grabbing the pillows, her hair messed up and matted with sweat. Her naked breasts, the.