She came near to me and said, ” My son doesn’t know that you are here”. I asked, “Really?”. She sighed. She said, “Yes. I didn’t get eno...ugh time to plan things”.She told me to wait for a while and went away. I laid on the bed and waited. She kept me waiting for almost an hour. When she came back, she immediately shut the door. She said, “I was with my son. Every night, we talk things”. Seeing paintings on the wall, I said, “Did you made them?”. She replied, “Yes. I made them when I was in. I feel the gently push of your hand, signaling to me to get on my knees. I obediently drop to my knees in front of you, my hand held high above me as I continue to stroke your chest, slipping my fingers up under your shirt and marveling at the strength I find there. ‘Undress before you go further, slave.’ Your impatient tone prompts me into swift action. Running my hands down to my stomach, I tug the polo up along with the cami, revealing my taut belly. I go up on my knees, unbuttoning my jeans. He released his grip on my arm, still pinning me with his body and his hand in my hair, and moved his hand down to my ass. He gave me one short, sharp, broad palmed slap and then slid his hand under my skirt and between my legs. I tried to squeeze my thighs together but he forced one knee between my legs keeping them apart. He chuckled as his fingers tugged aside my soaked panties and found my betraying wetness beneath. “See Sam, you can’t hide how much you want me,” he whispered. He stroked me. He looked at her appraisingly. "Say, I have an idea," he said. "I was just thinking, something Irish; it goes with your beautiful pale complexion and your pink cheeks. How would you like to be a redhead?" Millie blinked, then smiled. "That would be fun," she said. "Okay, then. If we're agreed on the terms...?" He looked at me. "Good to go," I said. "Great. Let's get you to hair and makeup." We all stood up. Millie was all but dancing with excitement. "I presume you'll want to be there through.