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COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Twenty-five the Funeral
It had been three days since the funeral of Phillip Dubois. Margarete, Dorothy, and Treasure had worked long hours to get ready for the party; Phillip wanted them to have when he died.
Lloyd had his secretary send out the invitations on the list Phillip had given him years ago, names had been added and scratched off, some had died or moved or had become undesirable, a couple had been deposed and were in exile. Phillip had a very wide range of friends from business, to personal, to political. Lloyd had personally gotten word to the society of the funeral party.
Lloyd, Paul, and a few other close friends that Lloyd had volunteered to be there to keep an eye on things, were going to gather early in the day and figure out how to control it all. Phillip’s property across the street had plenty of parking to handle those who were driving to the party.
Margarete had done a superb job coordinating with the caterer and other staff to handle the invited mourners. She was ready. One member of the staff was said to have called her the wicked witch of the west, but Margarete corrected him, she told him she was the Cajun bitch of the bayou and told him to get his skinny ass to work.
Treasure and Dorothy were upstairs getting ready for the party. Phillip had said that he wanted Treasure to wear red at the party in honor of him.
“What will people think of me, wearing Red,” Treasure said.
“Honey, you are doing what Phillip wanted you to do, it is either wear red or disobey him,” Dorothy said.
“You know that I would never disappoint or disobey him even and I won’t now.” Treasure replied. She put on the red panties, bra, and garter. She pulled the black silk hose up her leg and hooked it to the garter. “I am drawing the line at red hose Dorothy.” Treasure quipped. Treasure slipped the red silk dress over her head and pulled it down her body.
“Oh my,” Dorothy said, “that dress is stunning.”
“Zip me please, darling,” Treasure said. She looked at herself in the mirror, she frowned, “damn, damn, damn,” she mumbled, she slid her hands over her dress, around her breast then her belly and legs, you can clearly see the lines of my bra, my panties – garter everything.
“I think that may have been the point, he wanted you to be noticed.” Dorothy said.
“Well I certainly will be noticed, that is for sure.” Treasure said. Treasure shook her head and stepped into her red high heels.” Well, I am ready.”
“You are such a sweetheart Clyde,” Dorothy said, and kissed him on his cheek. “Oh thank you Dorothy,” Clyde said, sliding his hand down her back to her butt.
Dorothy gracefully backed away from Clyde, she whispered to Treasure, “that old letch feeling my ass, let’s find Margarete.”
Treasure laughed, “come on, he’ll be pinching both of us all night unless, we get Margarete to talk to him, then he might stop.” Treasure and Dorothy walked around the house, the doors to the office and two other rooms were closed off and secure. “I guess we are ready,” Treasure said, “Let the madness begin.”
Margarete found them, “let’s go to the front, people are beginning to arrive.”
Treasure looked around; everyone was dressed in Formal attire, the men in Black tuxedos, and the women in black dresses and hats. Treasure was sure she would be the only one dressed in a bright color, the brightest color of all red.
Paul, Lloyd, Dorothy, Margarete stood beside, and a little behind Treasure as she greeted the guest. They signed the guest book, some dropped their cards into a crystal vase next to the book, Lloyd, and Paul would tell Treasure who the people were as they entered. Thomas and Julian appeared at the door when Treasure saw them she rushed to them and broke down crying. The tears were pouring down her cheeks; she clung to Julian and to Thomas. Margarete came forward. “Thomas, Julian bring her this way, they carried Treasure to the study that had been closed off.” Treasure sobbed and mumbled Thomas and Julian tried to comfort her. “Why! Julian?” Why? Why did this happen? Why did he have to die?” Treasure’s voice trembled as she spoke,
Thomas took Treasure in his arms, picked her up by her armpits, “look at me, Heather,” he said, “Look at me.” Treasure looked at him, “yes Sir.” Julian began to say something Thomas glanced at her. “Heather it was fate that brought you to me and Julian, it was fate that took you to Phillip, and Heather it was fate that took Phillip from you. Look at me, it is fate, Heather, fate has no rhyme, no reason, it doesn’t conspire against you, it holds no grudge against you, Fate is what life must accept, you cannot change it.” Thomas set her down so her feet were on the floor, he was still holding her, “I know Phillip loved you more than life itself, Shhh, Shhh, Shhh, let me finish, I know you loved Phillip, and you would trade places with him right now. However, you can’t, like you he would not want to live without you, but he would, and you will. Julian and I love you, so do a lot of other people you are a very lucky woman to be loved by so many; you are not being loved for your beauty or your sensuality, you are loved for who you are, what you are. You are respected, hell girl, you have a mistress of the order as an openly declared submissive, look around you, look!”
Treasure looked, she saw Paul, Lloyd, Dorothy, Julian, and Margarete, “they are not here cause you are good in the sack, they, we’re here because we love and respect you.” Treasure saw a tear roll down Thomas’ cheek. “Now, buck up, get your ass back out there, and do what you’re supposed to do.” Thomas kissed her then turned her around. “Go!”
Treasure took the handkerchief from Julian and squared her shoulders, she walked to the door, “well, come on, we have lives to live, let’s live ‘em.” She dried her eyes. Paul, Lloyd, Margarete, and Dorothy followed her out. Thomas sat down; he put his hands over his face, resting his elbows on his knees. Thomas cried. Julian tried to comfort him, Thomas shook his head, “go help Heather,” he said, “I will be ok, give me a few minutes.”
Tears welled up in Julian’s eyes, not for Heather’s loss of Phillip but for her love of Thomas, just when she thought she knew him, a new facet would emerge and surprise her as he did tonight. She never imagined that he had that kind of compassion in him.
Thomas got up went to the bar, poured a big glass of scotch, and then threw it down in one gulp. He poured another, this one he would sip he turned to see Julian standing beside the door. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she ran to him.
“Oh Thomas I love you so much, I don’t know what I would do without you. Thomas hugged her. He whispered, “Yes you do, you would be a rich old bitch, live a carefree life on the beach, now let’s go dry your eyes.” “Oh you bastard, just when I – “Thomas kissed her, “we can fight later, you know how I love to make up with you.” “Oh you! Men!” Julian said. Thomas picked up his drink, slapped Julian on her ass, “let’s go to Heather.”
Thomas and Julian left the study, their eyes were red from crying, they stepped into the hall, saw Treasure standing talking, and surrounded by people. “Come on I’m hungry, “Thomas said. Treasure saw them; she waved and blew them a kiss. Several people standing with Treasure looked to see whom she had waved. Treasure said, “Those are my best friends, and the people who raised me. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a lot of other folks, I must see and thanks.” Treasure headed off after them.
Paul stopped Thomas in the hall. “Thomas, that was a wonderful thing you did for Treasure is the study. The way you think and act, sometimes I thought you and Phillip were really brothers.” Thomas looked at Paul, “Paul, Phillip, and I were – brothers.”
Thomas turned and walked away without saying another word. Paul stood there taken aback, “could he really be, there were rumors going about when we were kids, no it can’t be,” he thought.
Thomas sauntered up to the buffet. Let me see a little of this, a few of these. Before long Thomas’ plate was full, he looked around and there was the bar. “Hey, yes Sir,” the bartender said. “You have a beer,” “no Sir.” “Well damn,” Thomas said. A voice behind him said, “If you want a beer follow me.” Thomas turned to look Margarete directly in the eyes,” yes ma’am. Thomas said quietly, “Shall we,” pointing with his plate. Margarete turned and headed for the kitchen. Thomas sat at the table where Margarete pointed. She brought two beers, she handed one to Thomas. Thomas twisted the top off and took a pull from the cold beer. Margarete reached over to his plate and picked a shrimp up. Thomas caught her hand he kissed it and looked at her. There were tears in her eyes. ”Oh Thomas what are we going to do without him.” Thomas let go of her hand – she took a swig of the beer. “Margarete,” Thomas said looking at her, “I kind of expected this from our girl; but you, I always thought of you as one of those tough old Cajun bitches from the Bayou.” Margarete dropped her eyes to the table. “To answer your question Margarete I don’t know, I simply don’t know. I’ve lost a friend, a companion, he was like a brother to me, without him and his daddy, me, you, Lloyd, Paul, and a host of other people would not be where they are today.”
Margarete looked at Thomas, she cried, a tear fell from her cheek to the table. Thomas held out his arms, Margarete slipped off her seats to her knees, Thomas caught her in his arms, he pulled her close to him, he patted her back, “it will be alright, you will have your work cut out for you with Heather, to fail her, is to fail Phillip, now get us another beer, we are going to get drunk and give me one of those nasty little cheroots you smoke.”
“Yes Sir, Margarete said. She rifled through the drawer found her tin of cigars, she grabbed a few more, she pulled her chair closer to Thomas, “here we are,” she said. She handed Thomas the tin of cigars, he got out two, Margarete opened the beers, Thomas handed Margarete a lit cigar, he hoisted his beer, “Bon Chance,” he said. Margarete echoed, “Bon chance.”
“There you are,” Treasure said, “I have been looking for you, I should have known where there is smoke there is usually Margarete.”
The table had a dozen or so empty bottles of beer set neatly in a row of two between Thomas and Margarete, the ashtray full of cigar butts and ashes. Margarete and Thomas bleary eyed looked at Treasure, “here we are,” Margarete said. “Yes here we are,” Thomas said, opening two more beers. “Your beer madam,” Thomas said in a slur of words.” “Bon chance,” “Thank you Sir, Bon chance,” Margarete replied and laughed.
“I’ll tell Julian, you will be staying here tonight,” Treasure said.
“Ok toots,” Thomas said.
“Toots, oh my,” Margarete said, and began laughing, “toots that’s too funny.”
It was well past midnight when the last of the quests had left the Caterers had packed up; they would be back in the morning to pick up and finish. Treasure had long since taken off her shoes, she walked into the kitchen, she saw Julian standing there looking at something. Treasure went to her, she started to ask, “What are you,” when Julian stopped her and pointed.
There in the corner on the couch was Thomas with his back in the corner, his head down sleeping. Margarete laid on the couch her head in Thomas’ lap, her feet propped up on the end of the couch. One of Thomas’ hands was inside Margarete’s dress resting on her breast while they both slept.
“I wish I had a camera right now,” Julian whispered.
“Well let’s get them up and get them to bed.” Treasure said.
Julian put her hand out, “nope,” she said, “leave ‘em, I will get a good night’s rest, which I need.”
Treasure smiled, she turned cutting the lights off as they left, “goodnight Julian.”
“Good night, Treasure,” Julian said. Treasure disappeared into her room. Julian walked a few more steps disappearing into the guest room.
COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Twenty-six Kate Returns
Treasure and Peaches sat at the table watching Margarete fix dinner. Margarete saw Peaches sitting on the table watching her fix dinner. “Missy Treasure dat dam Peachy cat he got to go off my table, his pussy footers don’t walk on my table.” Margarete looked at Peaches, “Oh, come on ya damned cat I will feed you.” Peaches walked across the table, jumped down; wound around Margarete legs, until she opened the can and spooned it onto the saucer. “Here Sir Peachy cat, your dinner is served, my Lord.” Peaches yowled when he smelled the food. He stretched out and up, Margarete’s leg. “Down damn cat,” she said. Peaches ate his dinner; Margarete poured him some cream. “Dare dats a special treat for you, you evil Peachy cat.
Margarete looked at Treasure, sitting at the table. “Do you want a drink Missy Treasure?
“The wine we had the other night, do we have any left?”
“Yes Missy we do.”
“I’ll have a glass please.”
Margarete opened the bottle and poured Treasure a glass. “Here you are Missy Treasure.”
“Thanks Margarete.” Treasure sipped her wine. The front doorbell chimed, “Missy Treasure would you get dat. I can’t leave the stove.”
“Ok,” she said. She put down her glass and went to see who had rung the bell.
“Hello Lloyd, how are you? What are you doing here tonight?”
“We had an appointment tonight, don’t tell me you forgot.”
“Come in we are about to eat, join us will you.”
“I would love too.”
“Margarete, Lloyd is here he will be joining us for dinner.”
”Hello Mister Lloyd, I will set the other table,” Margarete said.
“We can eat here, if it is all the same to you I feel comfortable here,” Lloyd said.
“Wine Mister Lloyd?”
“Yes Margarete that would nice.”
“Lloyd let’s eat first before we get into a lot that stuff.
”Margarete served dinner. Lloyd ate as if he was starving. “Mmmm, that was the best bouillabaisse I have had in a very long time.”
“Thank you Mister Lloyd.”
“Alright Miss Treasure shall we go some place to go over this paperwork, we have to do this. Phillip’s will, has to be probated.”
“Well let’s get it over with.”
“Margarete bring some coffee, we will be in the office.”
“Yes Missy Treasure.”
“It was past midnight when Treasure was through reading and signing papers.
“Miss Richards in a nutshell, Phillip had left you this house, the beach house and all furnishings, a trust fund, the cars, the insurance from the plane crash and his own life insurance. The bank stocks will stay in trust for five years, the dividends given to charity; however you will become a member of the board, and the accountants will explain the other businesses, and investments.”
“How much money did you say I had?”
“Honey in plain simple language, you’re rich, very rich.”
“Now we have this contract that you and Phillip had, I will tell you this from a legal point, it is not a valid contract. It will be up to you if you want to honor it.”
“A woman is nothing without a Master,” Flashed in Treasure’s mind. The gist of the contract between you and Phillip was to serve him in a manner prescribed in articles 1-17. Phillip failed to include in the contract what would happen in case of his death. The protocols of the Society dictate that one: you would be free upon his death, which he did not invoke. Two: that you can select a new Master within the Society, within a period of 12 months from his death. Three: After 12 months, you could be claimed by a Master of the society there would be a 90-day challenge period. If no one challenged it, then you would belong to him in the eyes of the Society de Sade. Lastly: you could revoke your status and standing in the society and would be castigated by the society.”
Treasure with your money, you can do whatever you want. I will wait a week for your answer, and then send it to Phillip’s scribe. The scribe will notify the society.
Treasure said, “Lloyd I may be rich, but I am a submissive when I no longer desire to serve a Master. I will invoke my right to be free or accept castigation. I will have my year of mourning, not from the date of Phillip’s death, but from today’s date. I will accept a contract with a new Master only if his contract is acceptable to me. “That’s highly irregular Treasure, but I don’t think the society will frown on it. I will notify the scribe of you decision.”
“Mister Lloyd, tell the scribe, Margarete and my cat Peaches comes with me. Phillip made me mistress to Margarete isn’t that correct,
“Yes Treasure it is.” Oh and Lloyd,
“Yes Treasure,”
“No one controls my money or businesses but me; not my Master, if I choose to have one, he will have to support me, I won’t support him.”
“Yes Treasure, I will make sure the scribe states that in the notice, “ok then, our business is complete is it not,”
“Yes Treasure,”
“Care for a drink,” Treasure said.
“Yes I would,” Lloyd said.
Treasure called out to Margarete,
“Yes Missy Treasure.”
“A drink for Mister Lloyd and a scotch for me please Margarete”
Margarete left and returned to serve them, Margarete leaned over, clasped Treasure’s arm, squeezed it, and whispered in her ear, “thank you, Missy Treasure, thank you.”
Treasure smiled, “Margarete what would I do without you, I would be lost without you.”
“Well, Treasure; I have a lot of work to do you need any money?”
“You won’t be able access any until I file these papers on Monday. Then my staff and I will have all the accounts signed over to you.”
“I have money in the household account,” Treasure said.
“I will have the accountant come over and go through all the bills and what not’s, if you wish me too.”
“How does that work Lloyd?”
“They accountants will continue to pay them. They bring you a statement of payables; you review it then sign a master check then they write checks to pay the bills. Phillip would have them come to the office. I will have them come here and have the records from his office brought here.” The accountant can file them here,” Heather said,
“Ok, I will call them and set it up, good night,” he said.
“Good night Lloyd.”
“I am so tired. Oh Margarete,
“Yes Missy Treasure.”
“I am going to bed now.”
“Missy, I have turned down your bed,
“Wake me at 8 Margarete.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Treasure took the elevator to her room, she slipped off her clothes; looked at herself in the mirror, she turned to her left, then her right, she turned to look over her shoulder. “I’ve got to tone up my tummy and my butt,” Treasure thought.
Treasure slipped into bed, the silk sheets were cold, and she pulled the sheets and covers tightly around her, and drifted off to sleep.
Treasure awoke to the smell of fresh brewed coffee with just a hint of chicory.
“Good morning, Missy Treasure.”
Treasure sat up, stretched, “morning Margarete.”
Margarete poured Treasure’s coffee. “Margarete I will take a bath this morning.”
“Yes Missy, I will fill the tub.” Treasure drank a cup, and then poured herself another. She carried that cup into the bathroom; she sat down on the toilet, relieved herself. Margarete checked the temperature of the water, “yes Missy that should feel real good on you.”
“Margarete pour some bath oils and some beads into the water.” Treasure stepped into the tub.
Margarete removed her clothes, sat on the edge of the tub; and washed Treasure as they do in Japan.
Phillip took her to a Japanese bathhouse where a Japanese girl washed both of them. Treasure enjoyed it so much she asked Phillip to have the bathroom remodeled so they could have a bathhouse like this. Treasure loved the Japanese style of bathing. She taught Margarete to wash them.
Margarete washed Treasure; “Missy Treasure needs to be waxed.” Margarete said. “Very well Margarete after I see the accountant today”
“Yes Missy.”
Treasure leaned back in the tub, sighed, “This feels so good.” Treasure finished her coffee and her bath. Margarete dried Treasure off and dressed her.
Treasure wandered down stairs into the study. Margarete appeared at the door, “Missy Treasure you like some coffee now.”
“Yes Margarete.”
Margarete brought the coffee service and served Treasure.
The phone rang, “I’ll get it Margarete,”
“Yes Missy Treasure.”
“Hello, why hello Lloyd.”
“Good morning to you. Yes, tell them one o’clock this afternoon will be fine, ok, yes – if I need you I will call, yes, goodbye Lloyd. Margarete the accountants will be here at 1:00, let’s have lunch a little early today.”
“Dat dam cat, Missy Treasure, he pussy footed my counter, him lick’s the cream for the coffee. Shoo, shoo, you Peachy fuzzy cat.”
“It is all right Margarete, if you would give him a little cream first, he wouldn’t pussy foot your counter,”
“Yes, Missy Treasure, Shoo, shoo, you dam cat you.”
Peaches jumped up on the desk walked to Treasure, he sniffed Treasure’s nose, and he stepped off the desk into her lap where he curled up. “Ok I am comfy don’t move Mama.” Treasure stroked Peaches, he purred and stretched, “oh yea scratch there, Oh that’s good.” Peaches purred even louder.
Treasure was reading through a stack of papers, Lloyd had left the previous evening. She made notes to remind her to ask Lloyd about some of the papers. Treasure stopped, rubbed her eyes. “Ok get down Peachy fuzzy,” she laughed, Peaches jumped down stretched and yawned and licked his paw; he then trotted out to the kitchen, Treasure followed. “I was just coming to get you; lunch is ready,” on the table on fresh French bread were two peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches and a glass of milk.
“Oh Margarete how did you know that’s, my favorite sammich.”
Margarete chuckled, “Missy you put the knife covered in peanut butter and jelly in the sink and leave bread crumbs all over my counter, I know dat dam cat don’t fix no sammich, so I just figured it was you.”
“Oh Margarete, now you know my deepest darkest secret.” They both laughed.
Margarete answer the front door please. “Yes Missy Treasure.”
“Missy Treasure, there are some men here with lots of boxes and stuff.”
“Have them, put them in the office please Margarete.”
“Yes Missy Treasure,”
“Now you mens follow me, wipes yourn’s feet come on.”
“Yes ma’am,” the first man answered.
“Missy Treasure they have a lot of boxes and some big metal cabinets.”
“Tell them to move the two red chairs and the table and lamps, put them on that wall.” Treasure said.
“Yes Missy.” It took an hour for the three men to bring in the boxes and filing cabinets.
Margarete found Treasure in the kitchen, “Missy Treasure there a woman here who says she the count ant.”
“Very good Margarete, show her to the office, “Yes Missy.”
Treasure finished her milk, she walked to the office, there were boxes all over the floor, and seven filing cabinets lined the wall. Standing in the middle of the mess was woman in a dark blue tailored suit, a white blouse; she held a briefcase in one hand and some papers in the other; the woman smiled; “hello Ms. Richard’s I am Katherine Macy.” Heather shook her hand, put you things here.
Heather swept her hand toward the desk, “please sit Ms. Macy.”
“Thank you, I was Phillip’s CPA; I used to do this at his office at the bank.
Heather smiled. “Ms. Macy.”
“Katherine, but most folks call me call me Kate,” Katherine said.
“I am Heather,” Heather looked at her. Kate stared hard at Heather,
“Oh were you…did you ever in?” Heather said, “The orphanage,”
Kate said, “Yes, Oh my God it is you!” Kate said.
“What happened to you? Where have you been?”
Kate rushed to Treasure and they hugged each other.
“What happened to you, I got up that morning you were gone, I thought the old crow had dumped you in the river or something. I have missed you so much, you were my only friend, I never forgot you; I would see a redhead and chase them down to see if it was you.” Kate began to cry.
“They came and got me. That old bitch would not let me say goodbye to you or anyone else. It was dark when she came in; I went with the Jordene’s until I came here to Phillip. What happened to you, did you stay there?”
“About a week after you left, that old bitch was fired. The next day the Mac’s came and got me, I have lived with them since and after college. I went to work for Mister Dubois as his personal accountant.
The girls talked all afternoon, Margarete made dinner they ate, and they talked until midnight, Kate left at 1:00.
“I will be back in the morning; I have the accounts to work on. You’re the boss now.”
“Oh Kate, we wear jeans here or shorts,” Treasure said
“Ok Heather, will do boss.”
Treasure thought, “Phillip and Mister Thomas, you got Kate out of there like you did me and you got that old bitch fired. You did all that for me, why didn’t you tell me.” Treasure knew in her heart he had. She loved Phillip and Thomas even more. “Thank you, Master, Thank you Thomas,” She said.
COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Twenty–seven the Hot Tub
Margarete let Kate in at 7:30, “am I too early,” Kate said.
“Oh no Missy, I’ve been up since ole man sun peeked up from the dark. Missy Treasure is still asleep, I was on my way to wake her, come on in the kitchen, and I’ll pour you some coffee.” Margarete served Treasure her morning coffee and told her of Kate’s arrival.
“Tell Kate I will right down.”
“No Missy you won’t.”
“What do you mean I won’t?”
“You have your routine; I’ve got everything ready for your shower, now Missy Kate can wait. She works for you remember.”
“Yes your right Margarete.” Treasure stuck out her tongue at Margarete. She completed her routine, finished her shower, dressed, and then came down stairs. Kate was hard at work in the office sorting files and papers, filling the cabinets, stacking the empty boxes,
Treasure walked in the office, “good morning Kate, how are you?”
“Good morning Heather,” Kate said.
“Kate, call me Treasure.”
“Ok Treasure, by the end of the week we should be in good shape with the files.”
“I was in the office five days this week and still it’s a mess,” Treasure said.
The bank is locked up in trust; I don’t think you will have that much to do.”
“Treasure, my responsibility was his personal finances and auditing the books for his other companies and investments which are yours now. Lloyd hasn’t told you all Phillip owned did he?”
“Uh – no he didn’t,” Treasure, said.”
“I see well when I get everything in order, we will go over everything.” Lloyd told me I had a trust fund and this house and a beach house.”
“Treasure, it would take Lloyd a good week to tell you and then he would only know the names and not the numbers. I know the numbers and the names.”
“Oh my,” Treasure said. “Kate, do you need any help.”
“I could use some temp help for a few days.” I will call Lloyd and have him send someone.”
“Don’t bother, Treasure, I have used several people before, I have their numbers, I will call them.” Kate said,
“I will leave you alone and let you work.”
“Miss Kate, lunch will be ready in ten minutes.”
“Ok, thank you Margarete,” Kate was sitting at the table when Treasure came in, followed by Peaches. “Oh! That hot tub is great. I could stay in it until I looked like a prune.” Treasure smiled. Treasure was wearing a skimpy thong bikini and a loose fitting cotton shirt. Kate stared at Treasures and thought, “God she is beautiful.”
“A hot tub,” Kate exclaimed,” I could live in one they are so relaxing. I don’t have room for one nor do I have the privacy at my townhouse.”
Margarete served lunch a wonderful chilled salmon salad with braised portabella mushrooms. Margarete surprised Treasure when she set a saucer on the floor for Peaches; the saucer was a miniature version of what they were eating. Treasure smiled.
“Well Missy Treasure I had a little left over. Dat dam Peachy fuzzy cat would have bugged you, and I, and you Missy would have had a few accidents, dis way I don’t clean the floor.”
Treasure laughed, “You’re getting soft Margarete.”
“Missy Treasure, I’m not getting soft, I’m getting smart.” They all laughed. Peaches jumped up on the counter and watched them. “Shoo, shoo, you dam cat.” Kate and Treasure laughed even harder. Peaches scrambled off the counter and ran, Margarete mumbled, “dat dam cat be my death afore my time come.”
Treasure noticed Kate staring at her, Treasure; pulled her jacket open, exposing her breasts. Treasure saw Kate’s nipples harden under her shirt. Treasure thought it had been a long time since she had been with a woman. Treasure saw Margarete eyeing Kate. Margarete cleaned the table, Treasure saw Margarete brush Kate’s breast as she took her dishes.
“I am going back to the hot tub, Kate join me if you want too.”
“I don’t have a suit or anything.” Treasure said,
“We normally don’t wear anything in the hot tub.”
Kate looked at Treasure, “you are the boss now, and I can’t do that.”
“Margarete bring some towels will you.”
“Yes Missy Treasure,”
“And Margarete would you like to join us?”
“Yes Missy Treasure, I would.”
Treasure got up, “well come on.” She stepped out to the porch, took off her Jacket dropped it on the chair; she untied her thong, pulled it from between her legs. Treasure stepped down into the water, she turned, and sat on a seat, the water was up to Treasure’s breast, her breast seemed to float half exposed half-submerged. Treasure watched Kate undress, she pulled her shirt off, and Margarete appeared behind her and watched her as well. Kate unzipped her jeans, kicked off her shoes, wiggled as she pulled her jeans down, and stepped out of them. Kate pulled off her panties; Treasure saw a light brown close cut patch of hair on her pudendum. Treasure watched as Kate took her bra off; Kate was a very pretty woman, full hips, thin waist, large breast that she hid and nice shapely legs. Kate’s breast was large, Treasure thought, “Double D cup for sure.” Her nipples were the size and color of a ripe cranberry. Kate was very sexy and sensual. Margarete waited until Kate had stepped in and sat down before she began to undress.
Margarete was forty-four, she had a dark complexion, her eyes were almost black as coal, and she wore clothes that hid her body from anyone’s view. It wasn’t that Margarete was shy or modest it was the way her Master, Phillips father had trained her to dress. Margarete unbuttoned her dress, slipped it off of her shoulders; Margarete watched Kate’s reaction as the dress slide down her body. She pulled the dress over her full round bosom, the sheer white bra revealed a black berry sized nipple, a dark brown areola, her slender waist taunt belly, her wide hips, the cleft between her legs. The dress fell to the floor. Margarete stepped out of it. She unhooked her bra, her bosom now free settled on her chest, two beautiful dark tan orbs swung gracefully, as she bent to roll down her hose, she rolled one sensuously down one leg then the other. She slipped her panties off revealing a dense patch of shiny black hair, her lips were full, and round, her clitoris peaked from her shaved lips. Margarete turned to put her hose and panties on the chair, when she turned she showed them her butt. Margarete was a very sexy woman. Treasure smiled at her, Treasure had felt Margarete’s hands and tongue on her body many times.
Margarete stepped into the water, she pushed the button, the water erupted in a rolling bubbling boiling torrent of air, and jets of massaging water, Margarete sat beside Kate and Treasure.
Kate and Treasure began to tell Margarete about their time at the orphanage, their daily forays into the market. Kate said, “Had they not gone to pilfer and forage for food they would have had rickets or some other deformity,”
Margarete smiled, “Missy Kate you must have eaten the right foods, cause dare ain’t nothing deformed about you.”
“Would you like some wine?” Treasure asked. Margarete got out of the tub, the water running off her body, her skin shimmering in the bright afternoon sun. Treasure said, Margarete that Zinfandel we had was delicious, do we have any left?”
“Yes Missy Treasure”
“Please bring it out.”
“Yes Missy Treasure.” Margarete returned with two chilled bottles and three glasses. Margarete’s nipples were hard from the cold air in the house. Margarete poured each a glass, set the bottles near her, and sat back down closer to Kate, her hip touched Kate’s Kate did not move. “Cheers to friendship, love and lust, may it never fade.” Treasure said. The girls talked and drank and drank some more. Treasure said, “I have to pee, she got out of the tub, walked to the grass squatted and peed. Treasure returned to the tub, she giggled. “I love being naughty.” “Remember Kate, we used to pee in the alley. Kate smiled, “Yes I remember.” Treasure leaned over, hugged Kate, and kissed her. Margarete said, “Don’t I get a kiss,” Treasure leaned across Kate, her breast pressed against her and kissed Margarete.
Treasure reached out and fondled Margarete breasts, and then she fondled Kate’s breasts. Kate moaned, Margarete kissed Kate on the lips and Kate returned her kiss. Margarete pulled Kate to her kissing her, feeling her body, Treasure put her hand between Kate’s legs, and felt them open allowing her in. Kate moaned, “Oh god!” Kate put her hand between Margarete’s legs, Margarete said, to Kate; sit on the rim, Kate rose up out of the water. Treasure gots out, pulled out some towels and wrapped one around Kate’s shoulders. Margarete spread Kate’s legs wide and began to lick her slit.
Treasure fondled Kate’s breast, she kissed her lips, her neck, and she kissed down Kate’s chest to her breast. “Oh fuck yes,” Kate moaned. Treasure sucked her nipple into her mouth, her tongue flicks all around the nipple and areola. Treasure gently bit her nipple, slowly pulling on them with her teeth. Margarete was between Kate’s legs licking and sucking on her clit, three of Margarete’s fingers were in Kate’s pussy. Margarete slowly pushed them in and pulled them out, Margarete was finger-fucking Kate in a slow rhythm, each time she pushed her fingers in she bit Kate’s clitoris. Treasure rolls Kate’s nipples between her fingers, Treasure’s eyes were on Margarete watching her lick and bite Kate’s pudendum, labia, and clit. Kate threw her head back, her hips rolled up and bucked, Margarete slapped Kate’s pudendum with her open hand, Smack!
Kate squealed, “oh god! Yes, yes.” she bucked her hips harder, smack! “Oh yes, fuck yes, harder you fucking bitch.”
Margarete bit her pudendum hard then slapped it again, “smack,”
“Oh fuck!” Kate cried out, Kate’s pudendum and lips were flaming red, Margarete flicked Kat’s clit with her finger; Treasure rolled and pinched Kate’s nipples. Margarete smacked her pudendum harder than before; and shoved four of her fingers deep in Kate’s pussy. Kate arched her back, her hands clutching the towels, her legs stiffened, Kate’s head rolled back, her eyes closed, a low guttural howl from deep in Kate’s belly escaped, her body writhing spasms, after spasm of erotic pulsating passion, her vaginal walls contracting, squeezing Margarete’s fingers, her vagina oozed its’ sweet nectar Margarete licked it from her cleft. Kate fell back, her spent body limp, from the extreme orgasmic pleasure.
Treasure leaned down kissed her lips, “Mmmm she said.” It is my turn now. Margarete pulled Kate’s limp body back into the hot tub and kissed her deep. Kate looked at Margarete, and then sunk into the hot water. Treasure moved forward to sit on the rim of the hot tub.
She spread her legs wide; Margarete pulled her to the edge. She stroked her pussy, Treasure shook Margarete, put her face between Treasure’s legs, her lips were swollen, her clit peeking out of her slit was hard, erect; Treasure was wet with the sweet nectar of anticipation. Margarete thrust three of her fingers into Treasure’s pussy and bit down hard on her clit and pudendum, “Oh, fuck yes, you Cajun bitch harder! Treasure fell on her back, her legs clamping tight around Margarete’s head, “Oh gawd yes!” Treasure squirted her juices into Margarete’s mouth and spraying her neck, Treasure’s body shook and shivered, “ooooooh, fuck! She said. Margarete reached up took her hand pulled her to a sitting position, then pulled her into the tub. Kate and Treasure both sighed. Margarete sat between them and held them. Margarete felt a hand grab and squeeze the lips between her legs; the hand squeezed harder lifting her to her toes. Margarete felt a hand on her breast, her nipple in a vise like grip. Margarete saw Kate in front of her, was this mouse this strong, this demanding; Kate looked at Margarete, in a low growl Kate said, “Sit on the rim of the tub and lay back; all the time she was saying this, she was pushing Margarete backwards, guiding her by the hand between her legs. Margarete her back against the tub wall lifted herself up and sat on the rim, Kate pushed her back, “now my Cajun bitch,” Kate said, “Treasure abuse this bitches tits suck them, pinch them gave her no relief,” Kate pushed Margarete’s legs open wide. Kate slapped Margarete’s pussy, “thwack!” Margarete squirmed and tried to rise. Treasure held her down. Kate started with two fingers in Margarete’s pussy then three Treasure watched as Kate began to fist Margarete, Margarete was groaning, a low guttural growl. Kate finally slipped her fist in and out of Margarete’s pussy; Kate had that look on her face, that devilish look. Kate pumped her fist into Margarete harder and harder, her hand popping in and out, making a sucking popping sound as her hand came all the way out, then slipping back in past her wrist in past Margarete’s full fat labial lips now swollen and red. Kate changed hands, the hand once slick with Margarete’s juices, the one that slid easily in and out, was replaced with one not as slick, the change caught Margarete off guard, Kate forcefully pushed her hand deeper into Margarete.
Margarete’s labia became caught, rolled to the inside stretching her wider, Margarete’s back arched, her eyes rolled backward and her lids closed, her hands grabbed anything they could hold. Margarete screamed in a language only Cajuns understood, Margarete’s pussy contracted, the force of the contractions shot Kate’s hands out of her. Kate hadn’t changed hands, she added her other hand to the fist fucking, and Margarete’s pussy contracted again and again, and she rolled back and forth, her pussy still in spasms.
Kate looked at Treasure and motioned her to come. Treasure looked at Margarete; Kate said she would stop in five to ten minutes, now come here. Treasure slipped back into the hot tub; Kate took her in her arms kissed her, “tonight.” She said. “I will have you to myself upstairs on your silk sheets. Kate reached between Treasure’s legs, grabbed her raised her to her toes, won’t I my dear.” Treasure hugged her tight, “oh god yes!”
Kate let her go, turned, and climbed the steps out of the hot tub. She picked up a towel and dried off. “I still have work to do you know.” Kate smiled, put on her panties, and went into the house, "oh by the way, when Margarete recovers, have her clean and fold my clothes, then have her bring them to me.” Treasure stood there, and then looked at Margarete who by now was half sitting up, resting on her elbows.
Margarete said, “Oh my god I have never done climax like dat, god I love dat woman.”
“So do I,” Treasure said. Treasure helped Margarete to sit up, “come on lady,” Treasure said.
“I don’t think I can walk.”
Treasure giggled,
“Well you were kind of stretched out ya know.” Treasure hugged Margarete.
“Come on, what did she call you? A Cajun bitch”
“She ain’t ever seen a Cajun bitch she just thinks she had.” Margarete said.
They both laughed. Margarete dried Treasure off. “Ok Missy there ya go.”
Margarete dried off. She felt between her legs, it felt as though she was split apart, but god did it feel good. Margarete put on her dress. She picked up all the clothes. Margarete had a different walk when she left the hot tub. “Mmmm” that feeling would be with her all day.
Margarete would make peanut butter jelly tonight for dinner.
Margarete served Treasure her morning tray of coffee; well she served Kate and Treasure coffee. The comforter wadded up on the floor, the sheets pulled off the bed, Margarete could see the beginning of bruises on her breasts, and her hair wrapped and tangled around her head, a thigh high hose tied around her ankle. Her face smeared with makeup. Margarete looked at Kate, she sat upright in the bed, her back to the pillow resting on the massive headboard, and she was smiling.
Margarete set the tray across her lap and poured the coffee.
“I saw that wonderful Japanese bathing tub in the bathroom. Do you bathe Treasure?”
“Yes ma’am I do.”
“Margarete, what happen to the name Missy Kate?”
“That is, was afore you got Holt of me ma’am.”
“I like it better when you called me Missy Kate.”
“Yes ma’am, Missy Kate.”
“Would you wash me in the tub Margarete?
“Missy Kate, help me with Missy Treasure and I will wash you both,”
“Ok it is a deal Margarete.” Margarete went in to fill the tub, the bathroom was a mess, “Dat Missy Treasure and Kate,” Margarete smiled, what a mess dey make in here; she turned and adjusted the water.
The tub was filling; Missy Kate had finished her coffee. Margarete picked up Treasure, “Oh wait, Margarete” Kate said as she untied the stocking from Treasure’s ankle, when Margarete picked up Treasure, she saw the toys Treasure was laying on, Treasure moaned, “Oh god,” I hurt so good.” It had been a while since Treasure had bruises on her like those on her breast, her butt, and legs, she had teeth marks on her pudendum, and her labia, swollen and distended hung from her once taunt firm pudendum. She sat Treasure in the hot tub and Kate stepped in. Margarete saw that Treasure had fisted Kate as well. Margarete removed her clothes, slid into the tub. She washed Treasure first. Margarete handed her a cup of coffee. Then she took her time washing Kate. She toyed with Kate’s breasts and pussy, washing them oh so – slow.
Kate reached out her hand found Margarete’s pussy; she did something with her fingers inside Margarete’s pussy. Margarete’s knees gave way, she fell to her knees in the tub, and her breath was gone. What had she done? She made me climax.
“You know the Japanese know how to do more things than build tubs,” she smiled.”
“Oh God,” she exclaimed, Margarete slowly rose and finished washing Kate. Kate rose from the tub Margarete poured water from the running fountains on Kate to rinse her. Then she rinsed Treasure. Kate dried herself. Margarete dried Treasure then herself. Both Treasure and Margarete walked a little odd that day. Kate would smile when she saw them.
Margarete said, “Missy Treasure I walkin like I gots a whole box them Kotex things Twix me legs”
Treasure patted her arm. “Margarete, I have two boxes between mine. I hurt so fucking good, I am going back to sleep.”
“Ok Missy Treasure, I will go help Missy Kate,”
“Ok.”
“Oh, make my bed first ok.”
“Yes Missy Treasure.”
Treasure slept until lunch.
Kate was sitting in the office in a pair of Margarete’s shorts and top working with her was a very nice looking man and a woman. They were dressed in casual clothes.
“Margarete after lunch make up the guest bedroom on the second floor.”
“Yes Missy Treasure,”
“Ask Kate to join me in the study please Margarete.”
“Yes Missy Treasure.”
“Treasure, Margarete said you wished to see me.”
“Yes Kate, have a seat please. I have been thinking about what happened yesterday and last night. We can’t continue in this manner, Kate’s face fell.
“What do you mean, Well I never – you’re such a bitch.”
“Whoa! Wait a minute, Kate, listen, let me finish. I want you to move in here. I want you to be my personal assistant and a companion to me.”
“I would like to say yes, but I have my bills to pay.”
“Kate, you will be paid more than you are now, quite a bit more. You can keep your position as my accountant if you want; However, I think you would enjoy your new position a lot more than the old one.”
“Is there enough work to keep those two on in full time positions?”
“Once everything is straightened out, one could be full time and one part time although they both like the part time work.”
“They could split the day and I would have you finish and account for everything. Kate what do you say? Will you accept the; position.” Treasure handed a piece of paper to Kate, “I hope that helps make up your mind. Would you work for that Kate?”
“That is very generous,” Kate said.
“I will give you a car or pay off yours,” Treasure added.
“Yes Treasure I accept,” Kate said.
They heard Margarete, “you here dat, you Peachey cat, Missy Kate going to be here too. I am to be so happy, I gots both my girls here with me now.”
“Margarete will go with you to help you get whatever you want to bring with you. You hear that too Margarete.”
“Yes Missy I gonna go get Missy Kate’s room ready.”
“I will go talk to my assistants and get them squared away; they will start tomorrow as employees.” Kate said, as she left the room.
Treasure uncrossed her legs, she was sore, yet she relished the pain she was feeling. Treasure’s thoughts drifted to a time in the past when she first felt another woman’s mouth between her legs.
COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Twenty-eight the Dog
“Excuse me Treasure, am I disturbing you.” “Oh no, Kate come in.” I have the contract ready for you to review and sign.”
“Oh thank you, Kate leave them on the desk please.”
“Treasure, I have an appointment this afternoon with Metz, is there anything you want me to tell them or any questions you need them to answer before we close on the property.”
“Kate, double check the environmental reports, make absolutely sure they’re complete and approved, if they are not complete, we won’t do it.”
“I don’t know when I will be back don’t wait on me for dinner,”
“Ok Kate, I will tell Margarete.”
“Kate.”
“Yes Treasure,” Lloyd will be there with you?”
Yes he will.”
“Ok Kate,” Treasure picked up the contract and began reading them.
“Missy Treasure,”
“Yes Margarete.”
“Dinner will be served in ten minutes,”
“Where has the time gone?”
“Missy you have been in here all afternoon reading dem papers, it is almost 6:30.”
“Has Kate called?”
“Now Missy Treasure, if Missy Kate called I am sure I would have let you know.”
“Oh yes, Margarete where is my mind today.”
“Missy Treasure come on we eat now,” ok, ok, I'm coming.
Treasure was sitting in the den, there was an old movie playing on the television. “Missy Treasure Kate’s on the phone.” I’ll take it in here, Treasure turned off the TV. “Hello Kate, yes it has been a while, you’re going to bring him home. Yes I think I would like that, yes, bye.” “Margarete,” Treasure called out,”
“Yes Missy.”
“Kate has picked up a young man; she thought we might like to have a little fun tonight with him.”
“Oh Missy, it has been a while since any of us have had a man.”
Kate said we would have to play it by ear.
“So we will see won’t we?”
Kate came in with Tom, a handsome 20 something man. Kate introduced him to Treasure and Margarete. She told Tom to sit. “I will be back,” she said. Treasure sat on the sofa looking at him, he was tall, sandy blond hair, he was thin and clean-shaven, and he sat with his head lowered and his hands in his lap. Kate came back wearing a kimono, “Margarete would you bring me a drink; Treasure would you care for one,”
“Yes Kate I would.”
Margarete came back with the drinks. Margarete served them then sat on the sofa beside Treasure.
“Tom stand,”
“Yes ma’am,” he said.
Kate stood there watching him; she held a riding crop in one hand her drink in the other. “Now boy strip.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Tom began to take his clothes off, “hurry up boy, I am losing patience,” yes ma’am.” Tom stood naked, he was muscular very little body hair, and he was very well endowed. Kate walked up to him, she took her crop and put it under his cock and flipped it up
“Mmmm, not bad,” Kate said. “Bend over grab your ankles.” Kate cropped his butt. “Thank you ma’am, he said.” Kate cropped him 12 times, every time Treasure heard the crop hit his butt she became more aroused. “Now stand boy,” when he stood he was erect, his cock was very thick and quite long. Kate cropped his cock, he winched, “Oh god, thank you ma’am.”
“I think you will start with Margarete boy.”
“Margarete, let’s go to the play room,”
“Follow me boy,” she cropped his cock again. The boy followed them to the playroom. Margarete went up to her room and put on her robe. When she returned Tom was on all fours, Kate was pushing a tail of a dog butt-plug into his ass.
“Bark boy.”
“Woof, woof, woof,”
“Here boy come boy.” Kate walked to where Margarete was sitting. Margarete spread her legs. “Lick her boy.” Tom began licking Margarete’s pussy, “wag your tail dog.” He wiggled his ass, “good boy.” Kate leaned over, bending at the waist and whispered in his ear. “You had better please her or else.” Tom pushed his face harder into Margarete’s pussy, “Oh that is better,” Margarete said.
Treasure came over and stood behind Margarete she began caressing her breasts, rolling her large nipples between her fingers. Meanwhile, Margarete lifted her spreading them wider and legs resting them on the arms of the chair.
“Rim her dog,” Kate said. Tom licked and probed Margarete’s ass as hard as he could, “Oh yes that’s right “Mmmm” she said.
Kate cropped his ass again. “Wag your tail dog, you are a happy dog show it. That’s better dog. Rim her deeper dog.” Tom forced his tongue into Margarete,
“Oh yes,” you fucking dog, yes.” Margarete said, she put her hand on her clit, and began rubbing it. Kate took the crop and moved Margarete’s hand out of the way. “He will pleasure you. Lick her clitoris dog.” Tom licked and sucked her clitoris until Margarete came.
“Roll over dog on your back.” Tom rolled onto his back, his cock glistening, dripping with precum. Kate cropped his cock again, “dog, if you cum before I tell you to, I will be very angry with you, you don’t want me angry.”
“No ma’am.”
“You bark dog, you don’t speak,
“Woof.”
Kate went to the toy box took out a pair of nipple clamps and a clover clamp. “Stand dog,” “woof,” Kate fastened the nipple clamps on him and clamped the clover on his nut-sack, she tightened the clamps tightly, when he grimaced she tightened them a little more.
“Down dog,”
“Woof.”
“Margarete would you like for the dog to mount you.”
Margarete got out of the chair and onto her hands and knees.
“Ok dog mount her.” Tom kneeled behind Margarete, and lay on her back.
“Hump dog.” He began to hump, his cock hitting her legs. Kate leaned down grabbed his cock and held it to Margarete’s pussy. “I said, Hump dog.” Tom started humping; his cock was in Margarete, now remember what I said, “don’t you cum.” Kate said, “Dog hump her harder.” “Woof, woof,” Tom drove his cock into Margarete. Kate cropped his ass, “harder I said dog.” Tom rammed his cock into her now dripping pussy.
“Woof, woof, woof, a-woo,” Tom arched his back and rammed his cock into Margarete almost knocking her to the floor, his cock slipped out he drove his cock into Margarete’s ass,
“Oh yes dog, do dat ass harder.”
Kate cropped his ass harder, “she said harder dog,” “A-woo,” Margarete came,
“Oh dat dog, dam him, he make me cum.
Kate pulled him off of her, go wash that nasty cock, you nasty dog. Over there, go he started to get up. “On all fours you’re still a dog, Tom crawled on all fours to the bathroom, he washed himself.
Treasure had her hand between her legs. “Wait baby. Rover will take care of you.” Treasure pooched her lips out. “Rover, come here, lick my feet dog.” Tom bent down and licked Kate’s feet. “Good boy, come here Rover.”
“Woof, woof.”
Kate led him to Treasure, “Now miss what would you like Rover to do for you,”
“Mmmm – suck my toes and massage my feet to start,”
“You heard her Rover.”
Rover began sucking her toes and massaging her feet. Treasure opened her rob and spread her leg. Rover sucked her toes while watching Treasure playfully tease her clit, her long fingers slipping and dipping into her wet slit. She rubbed herself spreading her lips, dipping her fingers in her pussy, “Mmmm, you want this Rover? Huh! You want this little kitty here?”
“Woof, woof, woof,”
Treasure ran her hands up her flat belly to her tits caressing them rolling her nipples. “You want these to suck on Rover?”
“Woof, woof.”
Kate reached between his legs and grabbed his sack, pulled him back.
“Roll over dog.”
Treasure got up from the sofa; she walked over to him, straddled him, and sat down on his cock taking it slowly into her wet pussy. Treasure rocked her hips rolling her pelvis back and forth. Kate cropped his nut-sack, his hips bucked up into Treasure. She ground down on him he reached for her tits. She slapped his hands, “bad dog,” she said.
Rover could stand it no more he came in Treasures pussy. “Bad dog, Kate, your dog, shot his load into me.”
“He will clean up his mess up.”
Treasure slid up his chest and straddled his face, “lick me clean dog.” Tom licked his cum from Treasure’s pussy and made her cum again. Treasure ground her hips on his face, “Oh yes, dog, lick me.”
Treasure got off Rover and stood before Margarete who cleaned her with a warm wet washcloth.
Kate stood akimbo. “Get up dog, follow me.” Kate walked to the bathroom, and put Tom on all fours in the shower. Kate pulled him up to a kneeling position and pressed her crotch to his face, “open your dog, mouth put it on my clit.” Kate began to pee, “don’t you spill a drop dog.” Kate pushed his head back; her pee ran down his face to his chest his belly and off his nut-sack before running down the ceramic tiles to the drain.
“I am next; dog lay down on your back.” Margarete straddled him; she spread her lips and peed on his face and chest.
“Dog, don’t move,” Treasure, said, she stood, and straddling him, Treasure peed on his cock and belly. When she was finished, Kate turned on the cold water, now you worthless piss dog clean yourself up and come to me, “woof,” Tom barked.
When Kate came out of the bathroom, she had put on her double-ended dildo strap on. “Come here dog.” Kate kneeled behind Tom, she lubed the dildo, grabbed Tom’s hips, and thrust the dildo into him, “wooooof,” Tom howled Kate was ramming the 10” dildo into him as hard as she could now you fucking dog, it is my turn.
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