I satrted to moan hands touching my body from every angle ,,,i moand and started to move about the lift they stood me up ,one man behind me and one in...front,i said nothing i just let them discover my body,my zip released from my skirt and was pulled down to my ankles,my blouse opened wide with my breast waiting to be devoured by the gentlemans mouth.Hands moved over my body from every direction,he knelt before me and took my skirt from my feet,threw it to oneside,his hands running gentlyup the. I was their waiting for her and i have taking out all my d****s to change my bed,i lay on my bed and say to her come on suck me again like you did before ,marie was in heaven she come between my legs and start to suck on it again , she was taking her time now ,she sucked it slowly , lick my balls , put it back in her mouth , lick it from bottom to top , than i say to change position wi ll do a 69 ,so she agree and put that lovely and so smelly now pussy in my face ,and i start to lick it again. “Too please you master.”“And what purpose does your body serve?”“To be your cum dumpster master.” She replied.“Good girl. Now, do slaves wear clothes?” He asked.“Only if they please master.” “That’s my good little slut. Your dress no longer pleases me.” He said.Without further instruction, she slid her dress down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor at her feet.“On your knees whore.” He instructed. “Hands behind your head, mouth open.” Like the slave slut she is, she instantly. "Confused, yes, you're right about that, but not miserable," she replied. "At least, not at first. To begin with I thought it was just a mix-up." And so Fran told me her tale.As I briefed her on the report that day in the office she had been surprised to find that her natural sympathy for my bereavement grew into an unaccountable and almost irresistible urge to throw her arms around me and cover me in kisses. But after I had removed my distracting physical presence she found it easier to.