I went downstairs to look for my mom but she was nowhere to be seen. I checked in the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, the game room, and in... the rest of the house. I thought that maybe she was outside but then I saw her walk in through the front down with her boss, Mrs. Jones. Mrs. Jones was a very attractive woman. She stood at five feet, six inches. She was a blond with massive breasts and a huge ass. She was wearing a small skirt and a tight shirt. She also had on glasses and. Alexa couldn't help squirming in response. "Not quite your usual type, Stephen - an interesting female. Tell me, young Marek, is she worthy to be my good friend's personal slave?"Marek paused. The great hall was silent. Alexa held her breath. "Yes, your Excellency. Definitely, yes."Alexa nearly stumbled with relief - she was good enough to be a personal slave! She wanted to run to master Stephen but she caught the warning look on Marek's face. She remained on the spot but it was hard, so. . fuck me fuck me harder. Fuck me harder.. harder…Then again he took out his lund from her chooth and started fucking her in missionary position again she was moaning by clamping her legs behind his back with moaning …. like ….SSSSSs.. hihhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssss uuuu ah aha ha ha ha ha ah aha ha aha aahhh aSHSHSHSHSHSH isisisisisi iiiiiiiissssssssssss sh sh sssssssss .uh uh uh uh uh uh ah ah ah ah ah ah uuuuuummmmmm uh uh uh uh uh uh ah ah ah ah ah ah … come on do it fast… fast.. fuck. Heather then directed me to lie face up on the bed. “I am going to have to put you in these restraints. But don’t worry, if what happens is too much, just say ‘I surrender’, and I will stop and release you immediately”, she told me. I agreed. The thought of being helpless made me nervous, but for some reason I trusted her. She began at my feet, placing them in the restraints, then moved to the head of the bed to secure my wrists. I made a point of looking at her butt as she walked slowly.