She is an almost perfect pain slut– holly, I mean, not Mistress Gloria. Oh... and I cumshot found out that my mother is actually Mistress Mandy and my father is her submissive slave “winter.” I think his name is a play on our last name, Summerfield. Submissives– and Masters– run in our family. Maybe I should say that they gallop since the traits show up in every generation. As near as I can tell, almost every descendent of Great Grandpa Walter Wilcox is either a Master or a Submissive. Except, of course, for Weird Uncle Walter, my grandmother’s brother who owns the north cabin. He’s just a weird, bachelor uncle who has lived with a couple of different roommates over the years. Wait a minute! I never thought about it before! But Walter’s only changed roommates twice in my lifetime, and mom always says that those two bicker just anal like an old married couple. Weird Uncle Walter is gay! And I’ll bet he’s submissive. His current roommate is gagging a big, hulking guy who looks like a professional football player... or maybe a wrestler. Uncle Walter is this really thin, puny guy, so it’s pretty obvious who’s Master and who’s submissive. Mom– I mean Mistress Mandy– said that she had hoped that I would get the Master genes. But evidently that was Brunette not to be. I am what I am. And I am happy with it. I’m just bored a lot blowjob of the time. I wasn’t bored that second week when Mistress Gloria caught holly and me behind the bushes when we were supposed to be mowing the grass at my uncle’s cabin. Holly’s weird uncle owns one of the cabins, my weird uncle owns the other, and holly and I are supposed to be making sure the grounds are kept neat and clean over the summer so the federal government can’t claim the land as abandoned. Mistress Gloria and holly, along with Mistress Tracey and her slave puddy tat, and Mistress Sam and her slave cynthia, are at holly’s uncle’s place for the summer. Holly and I went up to my uncle’s to do chores. Since we weren’t where Mistress Gloria was, we both thought that maybe we could take some time to do what we wanted to do. One of the things we have to do is to keep the grass mowed. Uncle Cornelius’ place– that’s holly’s great uncle– has a lot of trees and only four or five acres of grass. Uncle Walter’s place– my father’s uncle, actually– has practically no trees and almost forty acres of grass. Mistress Gloria sent us up there to cut the grass and said that she expected us back in time to help fix supper. Witches were always the dominant participant. John just stood there, and let his daughter wipe down his bare genitals. And I was so horny and excited, just from the anticipation of Chris's and my second-ever sexual encounter together--which was supposed to take place tomorrow after school--that I must have jacked myself off at least two or three times throughout the day. Tomorrow he would reap his well-deserved rewards. There was no sweaty smell and in fact it was slightly perfumed. She holds both hands at anal her pussy in order to protect her. Dressed in a standard issue female jumpsuit, I am wearing the most clothing I’ve had for weeks. During the drive to work the next morning Lucy told me that she’d never had anything that big inside cumshot her before and that she just loved having the cameras right in front of her pussy. No? NO!?” She bellowed at me, and slapped me hard across the face, “don’t you EVER tell me ‘no’ EVER again! The next morning we ack like nothing happened. He had fucked her for maybe ten minutes, and she now lay like a limp rag doll underneath him - her slender nakedness covered completely by his bulky Brunette male form. My daughter and I both looked at each other with wide eyes and both of us laughed but Alice hadn’t released my cock from her grip this whole time and now held and stroked it playfully. "Shit. My cock at this point was exploding. Belinda came walking back in. “Mmmhhhh..” Dee groaned in her throat with desperation as my hands began to roam over her hot round buns in gagging her jeans. Obediently, June scooped some up with her hand and put it in her mouth. Because, your pulse is racing and slowing: not based on your own free-will, but upon mine. I groaned, blowjob my eyes squeezing shut as I drank it all in. This was all new territory for Rod but he didn’t want to sound like a prude so he went for it. As he came, he had squeezed down hard on Mike's cock and that had set his rock hard rammer to pulsing and spewing into the kid's ass. I kept sucking for a while longer. They’re definitely going to give you paper-cuts. Their days turned into a certain routine.