He knew how hard I was on myself and how just the tone inhis voice could reduce me to tears. Somehow though I think this was going to bedifferent. I w...as not sure why. Perhaps it was because of the tone of his voiceand the abrupt way he hung up. But, somehow I just knew I was in for a verysevere punishment. After I completed my shower I driedmy body off with a big fluffy towel. My eyes fell upon the tattoo that Masterhad taken me to get just three weeks ago. It was the chinese symbol for. I snapped a quick picture of her tied up before I untied her and held her in my arms till she quieted down. "What took you so long?" She inquired with her mascara running in streaks down her face.She was trembling in my arms. I looked around and saw the various torture instruments Higgins had prepared. Saws, pliers, chisels littered a nearby table, and I went into a cold sweat imagining him using them on Molly. I shielded her sight with my body and took her upstairs.Jack was lying on the floor. As I opened the door I was surprised at the interior. I had expected a dank and gritty cell but instead it was a brightly lit bedroom with big drawers underneath the bed. The MILF had quickly switched into a pair of fishnet stockings and a small blouse that showed her black bra. Her hair was tied into pigtails and she walked up to me, radiating sex.- What is your wish, Master?I smiled and kissed her. She kissed back with great passion. As I stole a peek I realised something anybody should have. I bobbed my head, working my lips up and down Britney's shaft while my asshole clenched around my mother's.She had slid every inch of her cock into my asshole.“Mmm, yes, yes, that's a nice ass,” Mrs. Meyers groaned. “Just so tight. Nineteen and such a whore. Tut, tut, Shannon. I always knew you were a slut, but to so readily do this dare.”“Fuck her hard, Mrs. Meyers!” Sarah moaned. “The whore wants it.”“Yeah, Mom!” Britney moaned. “Ooh, she's sucking so hard on my cock.”I wanted it so badly.I.