It was around 10 pm when I decided to call it a day and go home. I flagged a taxi and sat beside the driver. I usually sit at the back but for some ...reason, that night, I chose to sit in front. He was an average looking man who is probably in his early 30s. I don’t usually talk to taxi drivers but that night, I initiated a conversation. “Hi, long day? Or you just started your shift?” He looked at me like I was a madwoman. He was probably not used to customers talking to. As I walked, I felt the thrill of the secret inside my panties, the reminder that my ass belongs to him and the deeper satisfaction of providing my Master with some small token of my affection and gratitude. His eyes were fixed on me as I sat again. He smiled and texted me a message under the table: “Very good, slut. You are attending to me as a slave should. Master appreciates the effort.” And that is how the rest of the day went. Master gave me feedback with his eyes or over his filthy, sexy. Jordan laid in the middle of the bed, her body spent and too tired and sated to move. Jordan loved rough sex occasionally but they were taking it to another level and she liked it.As she laid there Jordan started to wonder if Simon and Mason were going to tag-team on her body next. Turning her head slightly she could see that both of the men were staring at the door as if they were expecting someone. She did not have long to wait to find out who they were looking for. Seeing who it was, she. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, but I don’t have much time now that you’ve opened the box… Please Jessica…”“Who are you?! How did you… you just appeared!” Jess stammered. She felt dizzy, her voice trembling as her eyes met those of the barely-dressed woman staring back at her. The silks… the gold… she looked exotically dressed and under-dressed at the same time – her golden hair shimmering in the low light of the room.“There’s no easy way for me to say this but, I’m your mother Jessica…”The.