As expected, Mrs. Jones was standing in just inside the suite. She was wearing a pair of white 4" heeled slippers and a sheer white robe that tied jus...t below her magnificent breasts. Her bald pussy was uncovered with a hint of moisture glistening in the light of the foyer of the suite. "Well, pet, I see you are quite eager this evening. I applaud you for following instructions so well." Mrs. Jones said, almost purring. "Thank you Mistress." I responded, curtsying politely. Mrs. Jones chuckled,. When she made me her second daughter, I was more or less her build so I could wear her clothes and shoes easily.She told me that I wasn’t in trouble but that she would have to think about the new girl in the house a little more. I was given permission to wear her clothes but only those that she had worn (she changed her underwear every day but that didn’t stop those little tell tale marks ending up in her panties) so that she could have some time to make up her mind what to do with me. A week. As his orgasm subsided, he looked down at the sodden mess of her thong, the cum dripping onto the floor. Quickly he grabbed tissue, cleaning the floor, then filled the wash basin, cleaning himself and washing out the thong. He realised that he could not leave it soaking wet in the laundry basket for Ann to discover. Once he was satisfied that he had left everything clean, he returned to the bedroom, clutching the wet thong in his hand. He was grateful that the lights were still off and that Ann. The room had just enough light to show Ben's outline lying on top the covers. Odd, she thought, Ben almost always pulls the covers over himself. Oh well, no matter. It just means I have a better chance at surprising him. Leaning over him she lowered her head, flicked out her tongue, and licked the length of his limp member. It twitched at her touch and as her lips wrapped around the head of the cock she felt it begin to grow.Sam's eyes came open and for a moment he was confused about where he.