Bertha ordered me to pick up the blouse andput it on. I closed the mother of pearl buttons and could not resisttouching the satin of the pink blouse. ...Of course this was noticed by MissCummings. She grinned.My new role will be your stepmother honey, she said. Lets not keep youwaiting, as she took the skirt from the hanger. Holding this excitingskirt in front of her, she opened the button and teased him by slowlymoving down the zipper. Right leg first honey, as her victim, her slavetook his, well. When i was like 18 we talked quite open and he told me quite honest how much he liked her.When i was about 20 i just had my first little apartment and ran in to Otillia on the street, i told her about it and she said she'd like to see it, so i said yeah and took her home. When i showed her the terrace she looked down from the balcony to the garden below and i stood behind her. I didn't see an upskirt, but a lot. She turned her head back and talked to me like that, knowing what she was showing. “I like yours. Soon as I saw you I wanted you,” he said.“Jack…” I breathed. “Do me a favor.”“Sure…”“My ass.” I gave him a quick hard kiss. “Fuck my ass again. I want to watch you fuck my ass.”He withdrew and leaned over and picked up the oil. He rubbed some on his cock and then slipped two fingers in my ass and lubed me. I spread my legs wide and enwrapped him. He pressed the head of his cock to my asshole.“That’s it, baby. Shove that fuckin’ anaconda all the way up my fuckin’ ass. I want to. Others will lose a bit more,” I took advantage of him being in night clothes to sink my fangs into his flesh.Glamored as he was, Ser Barristan accepted my bite for a little while before I pulled back, not wishing to kill him. He deserved better, after all. Better than dying as a mere blood bag and better than being killed in an alley by masked cowards whose only motive was to enslave the newly emancipated all over again. I pulled back and even gave the weakened Barristan some of my blood to.