Suzie untie him and put him under my chair’ Suzie did as ordered, helping a weak slave until he was lying face up under a large black chair on the s...hape of a throne. Mistress Karen had removed her dress and now stood in front of them wearing a beautiful red Basque and stockings. She had removed her panties and she now walked over and sat in the chair. This chair was special. The little maid had removed a section of the seat and now that mistress was sat on it her little slave was staring right. Was someone trying to prepare her to take Cleaver… there? Surely not? She’d die if he pushed his huge cock up her backside.But she couldn’t deny that the sensation of having his huge girth in her pussy was doing something to her. Either that or it was the alcohol making her dizzy. No, she didn’t think so. He was ramming her down on him, and his massive size stretching her seemed suddenly the most wonderful sensation ever. “Oooooooh!” she gasped. The sound system answered her with an orgasmic,. Mom was clearly confused when she answered the door. “Who’s this, Michael? Where’s Gail?”“I’ll explain once we’re inside, Mom,” and I did, telling her the same story I’d told everyone—everyone except Sheila who I trusted with my life. Even Mom who had loved Gail agreed that she was a colossal bitch. I went on to explain how Sheila had come to my rescue—okay, a slight deviation from the whole truth—and how we had fallen in love. “We’re getting married September 17th, Mom. It’ll be a small. You see, knowing the affect your mail often has on me, I printed it off and took it away to the toilet with me. I pulled my skirt down and took my seat and started to read. Well, maybe I'm like your secretary already for hardly had I started to read than my nipples went hard and I got all moist downstairs. I keep on reading and it wasn't long before I was fingering myself. As your story got hotter and hotter, I slipped a finger deeper inside myself as I fantasised about being Colette... and.