..We mounted the stairs and entered the upper part of the vast mansion in which the guests were housed. The bleakness of the slave quarters changed at... once to warm, scented luxury.Thick carpets, huge sweeping curtains, large pictures and gilt mirrors on the walls, ornate furniture... All very splendid in a Louis Quinze style. Malik led us to a small room on the first floor. This was known as the Changing Room and, if a guest wanted a girl dressed up in some way, this iswhere she went.Malik. I released her tit and began to pummel her cunt with vicious urgency. She continued to slap my pistoning rear like I was thoroughbred in the 4th race at Arlington Park. She urged, "Faster Tommy, faster."I buried myself into Mother. Cum spurted from my cock as I crossed the finish line of orgasm. My eyes rolled over and white bolts of pleasure jolted through me like so much G-force. "Muth-her," I cried in passionate release.She clutched my ass trying to pull more of me into her. She contracted. .Finally, I regained enough composure to get off the couch and go to mycomputer. I left a blog on a couple of sites, contacted a couple ofpeople directly through private messages, and generally asked for all thepositive thoughts, prayers, and energy people could give me.I also steeled myself for telling my mother that night when she came homefrom work ...I tried to keep busy with my laundry and other weekly chores, but still,I was almost glad when my mom came home.Once she was comfortable, I. It took meabout four minutes to discover the unattended and abandoned 'little' girlhad been taken to an orphanage, and then after her parents reported hermissing, the police had closed the case without contacting them. A notesaid that they knew she had been part of a tour group, but as she'd beenseparated, they turned her over to the orphanage per department policy. Idid some more digging and discovered this was quite the little financialracket for the department. The girl had resulted in a.