I desired her. I thank God for my strength of character that had been formed in the dark, filthy lanes of Whitechapel. It was in the year that His Maj...esty King George the third ascended the throne that I was instructed to educate Maude in the ways of woman love. She was 18 years old by then, and her comeliness had developed into beauty. She had lustrous, chestnut hair, small breasts and a coltish frame. I knew the Mistress had great expectations of her as a draw for her favoured, wealthy. “Mom, I don’t think so. His eyes kept fluttering closed whenever I looked in his direction.”“That doesn’t mean anything, Hec. He was passed out.”“He wasn’t even snoring. He always snores.”“Hec, even if he was awake and watching us, it’s like I told you before, he just doesn’t care.”“How can he not care if you are playing with someone else’s cock?”“He would be happy I wasn’t bothering him for sex. And especially that I’m not getting it from somewhere else.”My mother’s hand drifted down to my. I could hardly wrap my fingers around it and my mouth watered to taste it right away. I slowly stroked it to make it harder and his pre-cum slowly formed a bead at the slit. I licked it eagerly and swallowed his cock-head completely. It was not easy and felt like my mouth was getting stretched out, but I managed to push it inside and started bobbing my head up and down. Suddenly I felt his body flex and he moaned roughly.I was shocked and scared to hear him and I immediately let go of his cock. .Until the day I challenged you to a little competition.The two of us are sitting fully clothed in your kitchen. We are sitting on hard wooden chairs that are on a ceramic tiled floor– an important detail for later. In front of us, on the table, are several pint tumblers full of ice-cold water. We are about to start a competition neither of us is sure about who might “win”. Is win even the right word?The competition – the first one to have to give in and pee, the toilet down the hall being out.