”“Good?” He said.“You know it was,” she replied, “never in my wildest dream could l have imagined doing something like that, and certainly... not with my son.” She finally took hold of his election and moved down to kiss the head, resting her head on his tummy, her lips brushing the tip of his penis. “Just look what you’ve turned me into, you do know that we’ll go to hell for this don’t you.”“I shouldn’t worry about that,” he laughed, “all the fun people are there already, but l’ll take you to. Clothing began to fall off bit-by-bit, piece-by-piece. There was a lot of body contact, caressing, and nipple play. We took our pants off at the same time. He didn’t look very big at all and I didn’t think that this guy had a 7.50”-7.75” cock. But, he was a grower and not a shower! That big cock showed up! We continued kissing. He was on top of me and it felt great to have a naked man on me. My legs opened, inviting him in to take me any way he felt was suitable. We rubbed cocks, did some. They had taken a break at ten o'clock and finally reached the lunch hour. Cliff was very pleased with the progress that had been made. He smiled to himself when he went into the same private dining room. The cold buffet was the same as the day before. The only change was the kind of soup offered.After he took a seat Sandy sat down beside him. "Cliff," she said, "if I understand this process correctly, we're going to move from this discussion to find out what we need to do to win in the business. I'm going take a walk around the house with Tom, show him some work I want done," he said, but Mercy wasn't going to take that."No, suh. You eat somethin' now. This house ain't goin' nowheres." She pointed at a chair and Mr. Reiser sighed and then smiled."You're setting a bad example, Mercy," our Master said."Not if I's feedin' you proper, I ain't." She put a small plate with a warm bagel on it down in front of him, and then his coffee before turning to the other slaves. "Doan you two be.