This time I forgave you…Next time if you delay obeying my order, you ‘ll die.I was still shocked what is happening. But one thing was sure, the bo...ss was not letting me go easily in the test. And we were driving towards her home. Not mine.Boss: now press my legs the rest of the journey.I did as she said and we reached her home.She parked the car. And asked me angrily, “Don’t you have manners, who will open the door.”I got down from the car and opened the car door. Boss, who is my mistress now,. The way she was squirming encouraged him to quickly brush his lips across it, not lingering, but assuring her that he had not forgotten about it. The brunette now began praising and instructing the man. ‘Umm, that looks nice. I’ll bet she tastes delicious. Maybe she’d like to be finger fucked.’ The man obviously agreed, because he eased his middle finger into the blonde’s dripping opening, his palm facing towards the front of her body. As he began stroking his finger in and out, his tongue. She's ever so good with all the detainees ... She works too hard really but she doesn't listen to me ... I suppose she really likes what she's doing. Well, you'd have to wouldn't you? Otherwise you wouldn't put up with it. And she's on call 24x7. I mean take you, turning up here at two in the morning. Of course she knew you were coming but you can't ever be sure what time Harry's people are going to arrive. Anyway, here we are, this is Connie's play room..."Play room??? Now I am worried.The. "Nice."I took a moment to adjust my pants before I followed her into the house.There was music coming from upstairs, and the TV from downstairs and something amazing cooking in the kitchen. Maria told me to stay put and headed in that direction. Carlos and my picture vanished. I could get another one."Mamma," Maria and a heavy-set woman with dark hair appeared, "this is Peter. He's going to join us for dinner. "Peter, this is my mother, Lucinda Garcia."I took Ms. Garcia's hand and kissed her.