”“We do,” responded Liya. “I’m third generation here, so I have none of that ... lilt I like so much. It makes me remember my grandmother, a...lthough only a bit, as she doesn’t have the British accent. The combo is what we like so much about your speech. Also, we’re happy that you’ve been spending time with us here this week.”Jess shrugged, smirked, then replied, “I’m happy that my presence makes you happy.”There was much chuckling.During cake-eating, Brett asked Jess, “Are you going to be here. Brent opened his eyes, his face a mask. "Pull out. Fuck Mrs. Kingston," I said. Brent stared at me then removed his hands from my mother. She was oblivious. I waited till she pulled back then I pulled her off his cock. "Cock." She whispered before looking up at me and relaxing in my grasp. Brent moved by us to the bed. He stood by it for a moment. Mrs. Kingston rose up, wiped his cock with the sheet and then sucked it into her mouth. Brent groaned. Mrs. Wills sat up on her elbow and stared at. " She ran her hand over her cock, obscenely outlined under therubber, as I kept my tongue busy. I thought, no, I don't think friendlydrinks with Barb and the work crowd would go down well at all.I quickly fell into my subspace, licking and kissing her skin, smellingher scent - perfume with an underlay of masculine musk. "So Kenny, haveyou been following instructions? Your cage feeling tight? I hope so. It'sbeen what, six days now? Or is it seven? We'll check that you've beenkeeping yourself. I cautiously approach her bed and take a seat next to her. I look down at my feet and if I was any more nervous I would be shaking. She leans close to me and rubs my back What is it? She asks, sounding quite concerned. Well… I start and sigh. I pull both of my eyebrows down nervously as I ask What do the girl things… look like?. I start to feel a little more confident now that I have managed to get the question out there. She pulls her arm away and puts her hands on her knees, she rubs her.