Big!” She shook her head. “Bitch.”“Mr. Big...” Marcy whispered in my ear. “Kimmy. Kimmy. That’s not good! Oh god, they must not know!”...“What?” I hissed.“Mr. Big’s my Daddy’s personal fetch dog, he’s been part of the family for years,” Elisabet said, tossing her head. Like a fucking race horse.“Mr. Big ... that’s an alias for Big Time. One of Lady Chaos’ heavy hitters, second only to Hot herself!” Marcy hissed.The banquet was dying down. I slowly stood up, not caring if straightening up made my. My cock immediately turned to stone! beverly had somehow gotten my mother to send me out in the country with her. ALONE! Over the past 6 months she had become my fantasy woman and the family had no idea of my tastes in women. "Oh, okay." I said. Beverly drove up to our house one morning about mid morning in her big new luxury car. She got out and met me half way. Wow, tight jeans, a tight white button up blouse, and dark hose and high heels. She was so tiny but yet propped up on those shoes. It. She places the tie on the ground beside her and begins to remove his shirt, button by button, licking her way down his chest with each one.As she proceeds he reaches out to stroke her sides and back with his hands, eagerly pushing his chest forward into her actions. When she reaches the last button, she removes his shirt, her breasts brushing against his bare chest with the movement. Bringing her mouth to his ear, she lightly runs her tongue around his ear whispering "I can wait a long time.. ” She stood. “Come, I drew the short straw and will be first to suffer your beastly lust.”I laughed and rose, folded her in my arms and kissed her sweetly.In her bedroom, she showed me the hearth she had spoken of and the rod that opened the flue. Then we quickly disrobed, tumbled into her soft bed, and pleasured each other vigorously. Pausing to rest after she has spasmed and arched under me for the second time, we lay side by side, holding hands.“My old friend, Madam Von R--, certainly knows.