Calling me your good girl for being so tight.I sobbed against your hand tasting your skin as my tongue pressed against it. Almost metallic like. I cou...ldn’t understand what I had ever done to deserve this. I violently shook my head beneath your hand trying to break free and scream as with pulling my hands, but nothing seemed to work. It wasn’t long before you bounced my head against the mattress to be quiet growling for me to shut the fuck up as your hips deviously pumped away.My head pounded. Since my jobcan support us both, you are going to quit your job and become my fulltime maid."My look must have shown my shock."Don't worry, missy," she said rather calmly, "I am not going to tellthe world, yet. But from this point forward I will own you, and youwill do nothing I do not tell you to do. Understand?" Yeah," I grumbled.I suddenly see Erin got up and kicked her leg out, right into my groin."From here forward you will address me as Mistress Erin, or Mistress.Since you have soiled. His cock was about the same size as Dean but with more foreskin, which enhanced the taste of it, not for the good. It was hard to multitask with blowing one of them and trying to jerk the other. I was determined to finish as quick as possible, because I remember how long it took last time sucking just one. Both of them had a strong salty pre cum taste, and both were decent size, I tried to not use my teeth as much as possible. After a while of sucking each of them they stood up, and told me to. We tumbled down to the bed, and lay in a heap.Drifting in the afterglow, my mind wandered, I hadn’t cum that much since my first fuck, when my Auntie Emma de-virginized me in the barn on her farm, when I was 16, and she was 38. Such a great memory, Uncle Ed was in town, buying supplies for the farm, and she told me to meet her in the barn. My Auntie looked like a mild mannered farm wifey, but when she got me in the barn, when we were alone, that mild mannered farm wifey persona.