Fetish clad servers moved easilythrough the crowd on their high heels. As the dinner menu came todessert, gags were removed and slaves knelt beside t...heir owners to be fedleftovers and then portions of dessert.The dungeon was declared open and some participants took advantage of theopportunity while others sat or stood in groups and caught up on eventsin each other's lives. For an hour, the slaves were given time tothemselves to chat and to freshen their makeup. Two of the servers weretasked. I was very hungry and went straight to the kitchen after washing my face and hands for lunch. While entering the house, I saw a bike parked at our parking place and asked my mother about it. She told me that dad has rented our guest room to a married couple upstairs recently and the bike was of the husband.Our room used to be vacant most of the time, so I thought it was a good decision to give it for rent. While having lunch, I and mom had a conversation,Me: Do they have children?Mom: No, they. After showering together and washing each other tenderly we both went downstairs. Tessa hugged and kissed us both. Even if she had not heard our lovemaking she could tell from our demeanour that we were still on a high after it. She was genuinely pleased for us both. Tessa had cycled into town and bought a selection of croissants and pastries for us to enjoy with our coffee. While enjoying a leisurely breakfast we caught up with the latest news. The utterly clueless British government had. In our family and all places we were together, there was one rule, only one rule... this wife, equal if I'm told it's my mom, equal if I'm told by my legal dad to call her mom is nothing else but a WHORE, SLUT, BITCH, CUNT, HOOKER, and that way I was taught to call her. Nt mom, not her name, just one name like those.And while I sucked her tits as a small baby, knowing her tits, and that I knew it was before I got to school, I was told that I always be allowed, no more I was demanded to grab the.