It’s fine in the laundry room, and I can get used to that. I wish your bathroom countertop was neater. You’re too cheerful when you get up; I like... quiet until after the first cup of coffee. I wish you could narrow down the shampoos and conditioners in the shower to one of each, not a half-dozen of each. Those are nits and barely worth mentioning. I’ll get used to them if you don’t want to change.”Mindy said, “And you’re not peeved in any way with my sexual activities on the weekend?”I laughed,. Then, they’d talk about boys? and plot juicy things. Oh what lusty joy to be rich, young, female and powerful.As they lounged in the sun beside the kidney-shaped pool, Donald stood in the cool kitchen looking out through the glass doors. He was garbed, if you could call it such, in his usual humiliating slave’s outfit. This consisted of a thick, black leather collar, fastened tightly about his neck and locked into place. His torso was naked, and showed bruises near his nipples and other. "I never thought it could be so much fun to dothis."She gave her soft, tinkling laugh and urged him to walk around the room.With undisguised pleasure and lust, the sexy, highly aroused motheradmired her son as he twirled on his heels and, admiring his beauty inthe mirror, ran his hands over his satined curves, cupping and caressinghis throbbing breasts."You are enioying yourself, aren't you?" His mother cooed as she stood upand glided up to her exquisitely dressed son as he pirouetted in front. Elaine's legs had parted to give me easier access and her little thong was so wet that I could see her labia through it. The smell was intoxicating. Relaxed, yes, but Elaine was aroused to the edge of her capacity. I kept brushing against her pussy as I worked up and down her thighs, but never paused to dwell on it. I rubbed the lotion into the top of her feet and then took long strokes from her ankles to her shoulders and back down. Elaine sighed. It looked like every muscle in her body had.