She was doing as I suggested, helping him, aiding in him getting the knot past her opening and into her pussy. I heard her grunts and gasps and sighs ...as the struggle continued, the struggle to pass a ball into her pussy. If I wasn’t aware, if I hadn’t experienced the same thing so many times, I might have been concerned when she cried out, a cry that pierced the nighttime quiet of the building. But, then, it was more of the groaning and moaning, the gasps and sighs as she experienced not only. My Mistress knew that to send me to Maria was a punishment of sorts. To ask her forgiveness was hard and, as Mistress Pickles suggested, to have her, was to be a trial of my humility. Heavy hearted I went to her room. I knocked, which is something I would never normally do for I am the arm of law in the household and have right of entry in all but my Mistress’s apartments. She admitted me into her room, a candle still burning in the stick by her bed. She smiled and I think enjoyed my. It was with Sharon that my current opportunity sprang up; Marion is Sharon’s mother and similar in looks (if older) and a serious tease as a series of texts from her showed. The first text contained a picture of her in a bikini, demonstrating that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her figure, even at the age of fifty-six. The next had asked with a wink if I’d like to see more, hell I’m only human, so replied that of course I would but that I’d also want to do a lot more than see.Turns out. Christie took their hands and lead both Liam and Maggie into a bedroom with a large double bed. “Kneel on the bed facing me.” Christie instructed him. Liam obeyed like a drone on autopilot. He got on the bed on his knees and faced Christie. Christie then grabbed Maggie and laid her on the bed, her head under Liam’s groin. Christie started to undo Maggie’s hot pants as Maggie pulled down Liam’s boxers. Liam’s penis sprung free and both Maggie and Christie stared at it wide-eyed. “Wow…” Said.