The night before she left, as she had a very early plane to catch, she had come in to see Sam before he had fallen asleep, hugging and kissing him, the excitement plain on her face as she had told him to be good with Cassandra, to look after her and to help out around the house and not to slack just because she wasn’t here. He had of course promised, hugging her and wishing her a great time away, though a part of him wished he was going too, anal though his mother kept stressing it was ‘mostly’ a work thing, not a leisure thing and, that night, he had fallen asleep to the sound of a particularly passionate night just a couple doors over. As morning rolled around Sam yawned cutely, stretching out under his sheets as his alarm bleeped at him from beside his bed, his phone Hardcore telling him it was time to get up and get ready for an especially lazy Saturday. His mom, he knew, would’ve only left a few hours ago and would probably be at the airport waiting for her flight to Canada, she would be early but she always liked to be. Stretching out again and letting out a whine of reluctance he slipped his legs out of bed, pressing them into the cool softness of his carpet before rising to his feet, stretching and arching his back before blinking sleepily. He reached down and gently scratched his thigh through the simple pair white boxers he wore and glanced around his room, trying to figure out what he was going to do today, probably sketch he thought, or paint if he could find inspiration. But, swallowing, he winced a little, his throat was dry and his thirst was dire. Padding barefoot from his room he began to make his way through the too quiet house, running his fingertips through his long blonde hair, pushing it back into some semblance of order, his bright blue eyes blinking slowly, wearily. He stepped through the living room, between the deep couch his mom and Cassandra often occupied and the smaller one-seater that was often his own, then past the TV they often watched together towards the kitchen. He paused Big Boobs at the threshold, instantly feeling more alert as, to his surprise, he caught Cassandra standing there, sitting hopped up onto the edge of the bench, the newspaper splayed out beside her, a coffee steaming beside it. He stared at her and she looked over towards him, a smirk on her lips, “Morning sugar.” Blushing furiously he turned to go but her words caught him, making him stop short, only half turned away from her, blowjob “Ah, come on sweetie, don’t be like that.” He looked back at her, his voice uncertain, his eyes more so, not sure where to look, “L-like what?” “Babe, you’ve seen me naked a hundred times, still not used to it?” He shrugged a little, glancing towards the fridge, “It’s weird…” he said softly. “It’s comfy. Go on, grab a drink if you’re thirsty.” He hesitated, then did so, stepping closer towards her and the fridge, opening it and pulling out a bottle of fruit juice. She set a cup down on the counter beside him helpfully and he poured himself a glass before setting the bottle back, her smirk ever present, curious, enjoying the freedom of not having his mother to risk her for her lewd behaviour, enjoying his embarrassment. He weakly smiled his thanks and picked up his cup, taking a step back towards the door before, again, he was stopped by her words, “So, two weeks together huh? Are you going to be this shy for the whole two weeks?” she said, a little teasing. “Are you going to be this naked?” he asked back, not turning to look. “Mm, maybe,” she let out a soft little sigh, tilting her head back and pushing her breasts forward, “It’s just so freeing, it feels wonderful… You really should try it sometime, it’d be nice to have that hot blonde ass of yours on show walking around the house for two weeks.” He blushed crimson and looked across at her, her eyes weren’t up to meet his, they were down, shamelessly staring at his ass through the confines of his boxers. He evidently walked over to number two and pointed out something. No, Hardcore She was a part time Relief worker, she's had worse things done to her. “Don’t forget the toes!” I said, “I want your tongue to clean between the toes!” Maykop suddenly stopped and put his finger blonde to her mouth in a shushing motion. She grabbed his Big Boobs ass and pulled him into her, holding him against her clit, then letting him slowly pull out. I pushed the big helmet of dick against the small opening of her butt. I tossed a baggy tunic over my perfection, and walked to the door. It was an identification number, burned into her cheek and labeling her as Dominion’s property. Realism caught anal up with them all and the trio realised that turning a fantasy into a reality can be a dangerous mistake that can tear the very social fabric of family values blowjob and unconditional love. “Thank you, Mistress!” I sobbed. It didn’t take long. Continuing down the hallway, James returned to the main entrance. “Good, I am glad you enjoyed it” he said.