I thought for a second, oh what the hell "Yeah okay". We exchanged mobile numbers and he gave me his address. "Give me 15 minutes to get ready and I ...will head across" I said whilst routing through my draw for a clean pair of knickers. I found a dress, albeit a bit slutty, a red; short cut number thinking 'easy access'. The false economy of a push up bra to increase my C cup breasts and a pair of high heels to show off my legs. I tied my hair up quickly, grabbed my keys and a handbag then. "You must be looking in my mind. I mean, I keep trying to tell myself that they don't know any better and they think they are giving me what they can. But I just can't help thinking that I would give it all away just to have them be here for me. I just feel so betrayed that instead of talking to me as their son, they are brokering a deal that soothes their consciousness. I am just another client that they are figuring to give a fair deal. Somehow that the money makes up for all the lost. I shuddered at the pleasure burning in my pussy. Sven fucked into me hard. My cheeks warmed with the pleasure. My nipples tingled in my bodice.“Ooh, yes, yes, make her glow, Master,” moaned Greta, her hands clutching at my skirts and petticoats, keeping the cloth out of the way so our husband could fuck me.“I'll make her shine!” Sven groaned. “You're about to be a ruling princess!”“I am!” I moaned, my hands squeezing into Greta's soft breasts. I rubbed my face back and forth. She smelled so. Been..." She took a moment to compose herself. "Can you have your housekeeper get me a cup of coffee, please. I have been on a bus for three days. It was brutal."I was about to tell her that Zoie was not a maid, when Zoie spoke up. "Of course Madam. Would you like cream and sugar? Perhaps a pastry?" I observed that Zoie laid on the accent really heavy all of the sudden.Anita never noticed. "Oh would you Dear? That would be fine. Cream and sugar please."I studied Anita sitting there, She looked.