Chapter 11: Return to The Chateaux

Hello readers! Kate Muggleton back again. OMG! Did you read? Another Mommie wrote a story saying she was inspired by my tales and wanted to emulate me! Watch out, boys, we slut mommies are taking over the world! Before you know it, you’ll be married to one! One thing is for sure, though. If you marry one of us, you’ll have more sex than any five of your friends! Well, unless your friends are also married to slut mommies.

Now, if you remember, chapter 10 ended with my husband, John, finally doing his paternal duties and deflowering our daughter. After they’d climaxed, and we all exchanged hugs and kisses and discussed what was next, John and Krissy took me to the shower. That’s where we take up my story.

With my sex juices literally dripping down my thighs, I allowed my husband and daughter to guide me into our en suite. Krissy turned the water on and set it to barely short of scalding. As John and I waited for the water to heat up, he held me pulled to him, with my curvy bottom pushed hard against his swiftly swelling cock.

Krissy saw us and giggled as she knelt before me. John parted my pussy lips to expose my thick clitoris. My daughter sighed lustfully before encircling it with her soft, pouty lips and running her tongue over it. Now that his daughter had latched onto my clit, John shifted his hands onto my large, firm breasts and took my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

Biting where my neck and shoulder join, something I have always adored, John squeezed my puffy nipples and hummed, “You can’t resist us, my darling little wife slut. Feel your husband squeeze your tit nubs as your daughter eats your slutty cunt. Feel it and cum, you sweet little Mommie slut!”

‘Oh, lawd,’ I thought as I squealed through an intense orgasm. ‘John knows about the slut imperative. I am in deep do-do now.’

However, that was something to worry about later. Now was for enjoying making love to my husband and daughter. I turned and tried to drop to my knees to suck John off, but he wouldn’t let me. Instead, he helped me into the shower, turned me, and pressed me into my daughter’s front. Then he knelt in the sprinkling water, gripped my shapely bum, and pulled me onto his mouth. Simultaneously, Krissy took over tweaking and pulling on my swollen nipples and kissing the nape of my neck.

As John tongued my entrance, forcing his tongue into my soaking pussy as far as possible, Krissy twisted and pulled my nipples, whispering, “We all love you, our sweet little Mommie slut. We’re all important, but you’re the glue that holds us together. None of us, especially Dad, can be who we are without you. Now, my little Mommie slut, cum for us!”

Wow! That did it. Hearing my daughter tell me how important I was to everyone and how my family needed me blasted me past my usual low-earth orbit and sent me spinning into the galaxy. I don’t know how long I screamed my stupendous orgasm, but I screamed for so long that I passed out. I awoke as John and Krissy carried me back to our bed.

“Your Mom’s always been a screamer,” my husband chuckled.

“So, like mother like daughter?” Krissy giggled.

“I’d like to make you scream again, Bunny,” John stated.

“I’m still sore, Daddy,” Krissy wistfully stated. “Hopefully tomorrow?”

“I don’t need to stick my cock in you to make you scream, Bunny,” her father assured her.

“You don’t?” Krissy asked doubtfully.

“No,” John stated before grinning and adding, “As a younger girl, you used to scream quite loudly when I smacked your bum!”

I heard my daughter moan before she pleaded, “Will you put me over your knee and spank me now, Daddy?”

“I finger fuck your mother when I spank her, Bunny,” John said. “If you’re too sore...?” He left the rest hanging.

“Would you use your mouth on me after you’ve spanked me?” Krissy hesitatingly asked.

My husband grinned before saying, “That was what I was going to suggest, Bunny.”

Deciding I wanted to watch this, I feigned unconsciousness and allowed them to tuck me into bed. Keeping my eyes slit and breathing evenly, I watched the action. Like a Heffalump, my daughter struggled to situate herself across her father’s thighs. John laughed and helped her into the correct position.

“Your mother assumes this position as gracefully as a ballet dancer dances, Bunny,” John chuckled. “Surely you can achieve some semblance of grace?”

‘Shut up and spank me,” Krissy giggled as she settled herself across her father’s thighs.

“As you wish,” her father responded. “Your mother loves it rough, but I doubt you can stand that much pain.”

I hid a smile because I knew that meant my daughter would take everything her father meted out and insist on more. John looked across at me, and I pretended to mutter and moved onto my back, pretending to sleep.

“Give me your best shot,” Krissy demanded, arching her sexy bottom into the air.

John chuckled before he forced his fist between his daughter’s thighs and caressed her pussy.

“That’s not a spa ... Ouch!” Krissy stated and then protested.

“I don’t hear you,” John stated.

“You didn’t hear me say ‘ouch’?” Our daughter wonderingly said.

“I didn’t hear you say, ‘One, thank you, Sir’,” her father explained.

“Oh,” our daughter replied. “One, thank you, Sir.”

“Too late,” John exclaimed before spanking her again.

“Two, thank you, Sir,” Krissy quickly said.

“Your count is off, little one,” my husband unequivocally stated.

Catching his meaning, Krissy amended, “One, thank you, Sir.”

“How many do you think you deserve?” John asked.

“How many can Mom take before she begs off?” Our daughter asked.

“No less than twenty,” her father responded.

I almost said something because I can take much more than that and never ‘cry off’. But I realised that John was setting a limit that he believed our daughter could take. Krissy would feel proud of her achievement if she reached twenty-one and feel good about the session. I hoped that John was correct in his assessment. If he’d overestimated, and Krissy called her spankings off, she’d feel she had failed to match her mother’s, my, standard.

John spanked Krissy’s luscious ass again. “Two thank you, Sir,” our daughter responded.

Trying to retain the impression that I slept, I struggled to keep my hands off my sweltering pussy. When John, my husband, is close, I continuously experience a vague tingle in my nether regions that quickly explodes into a boiling heat when he pays attention to me. I wasn’t precisely submissive to him, but I loved serving him. John, during our marriage, has fucked way more than one hundred women. Worse was that he’d travelled as ‘husband and wife’ with his secretary, Amanda.

I accepted his peccadillos as the price I paid to remain married to a successful, dominant man. However, during our sessions with our marriage counsellor, I’d learnt that I’d harboured a sneaky resentment towards him for his constant infidelities. That resentment had caused me to act out and have sex with numerous people.

Because my husband travelled so often, my numerous escapades hadn’t been discovered. However, when the Police Tactical Response Team shot one of my rapists during my rescue, it made headline news all over the country. Of course, that meant I had to come clean to John about that incident. That led to marital difficulties between us, and we spent some time apart.

Now, it seemed that John wanted us to explore together, and I didn’t know if I should reveal my previous escapades. Would admitting to them cause further problems? Would the problems be worse if I remained quiet and John discovered some of them himself? I didn’t know, but I feared the result of taking either action.

As I watched and thought, my husband whacked our daughter three more times, bringing the total number of strikes to six, with only five counting towards the assigned number. From where I lay, I could see the moisture pooling between her thighs, and rather than moaning with pain, Krissy was biting her bottom lip and trying not to let her father know she was close to climaxing.

Her dad slid his fingers onto her clitoris and, with a motion I was intimately familiar with, stroked over it as he tickled her entrance. With me, he’d have thrust two fingers into my tight and wet pussy, but with Krissy complaining of being sore, he couldn’t do that. However, it worked because, with a loud squeal, Krissy orgasmed on her father’s fingers.

Rubbing Krissy’s back, John chuckled, “You’re just like your mother, Bunny. You came before you even got halfway. Would you like to work off your remaining slaps?”

My daughter grinned as she quoted the famous movie line, “Please, Sir, I want some more.” She turned and settled herself across her father’s knees again.

John whacked her five more times forcefully. By the end of this series, Krissy was whimpering. However, her sexual arousal continued to pour from her recently deflowered pussy.

Her father offered to allow our daughter to work her remaining smacks off, but Krissy refused and pleaded for him to continue. I knew why —Krissy wanted bruises she could show off to her friends later. I was, however, concerned she was trying too hard to emulate me and wondered if I shouldn’t ‘wake up’ and take control of the play.

The reasons I thought I should step in were two-fold —the first was that her father shouldn’t have offered that Krissy could service him to avoid her remaining strikes because he hadn’t reached the halfway stage. And secondly, Krissy should have known that the offer wasn’t really an offer. Instead, it was a command to pleasure her corrector.

“You will obey your father and kneel to suck me off,” John commanded, as I hoped he would, removing my need to intervene.

“Yes, Daddy,” Krissy acquiesced as she, gracefully this time, knelt and nuzzled her father’s thick cock.

“I haven’t seen you deepthroat me yet,” John pointed out. “I’ve felt you do it, though. Show your father your oral skills, little Bunny,”

Through my slitted eyes, I watched my daughter hold her father’s cock in her delicate hand and take its glans into her mouth. Smiling as she looked submissively up at him, Krissy slid her hand down John’s cock ahead of her eagerly sucking mouth. Finally, she couldn’t slide her hand lower, so she began lifting her slender fingers off her father’s shaft until her dad’s pubis pressed against her lush lips.

Grabbing our daughter’s head, my husband moaned, “Fuck, Krissy. You are at least as talented cock sucker as your mother. Your mother has taught you well.”

I blushed because I realised her grandmother, my mother, had taught her that skill, and I admitted to myself that I’d been derelict in my duty to teach my daughter what she needed to know to serve a sexually dominant man. John face-fucked our daughter until, with a guttural groan, he spat his manly juices down Krissy’s throat.

“Lie beside your mother,” John demanded.

Krissy swiftly complied, and I rolled so I could watch my husband dive between our daughter’s thighs and throw her shapely legs over his shoulders. Latching onto Krissy’s love button, John sucked it into his mouth before gently biting and pulling back. Krissy held her father’s head tightly against her throbbing clit before she tilted her head back and screamed through an intense orgasm.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” our daughter demanded when she came down.

“You said you were sore,” John questioned.

“I need you inside me, Daddy,” Krissy rejoined. “Damn the pain.”

John moved up and covered his sexily curved daughter’s body with his. His big, thick cock pulsed as he moved to position it against our daughter’s dripping entrance.

“Jam it in,” Krissy commanded.

“If you’re sure, Bunny,” John hedged.

“I am, Daddy,” our daughter averred. “I want to feel your big cock thrusting inside my tight cunt.”

John forced his hands and forearms under his daughter’s armpits and gripped her shoulder tops. Pulling down, he forcefully thrust into her, his pelvis smacking against her clitoris.

“Fuck me, Daddy!” Our daughter demanded, already gasping as her climax swiftly approached.

John banged our daughter like the slutty drum she longed to be. His hips blurred as he fucked Krissy as hard and quickly as possible. Krissy crested swiftly, but instead of launching into the stratosphere as she expected, Krissy experienced several consecutive petite orgasms, each a little higher and longer than the last.

I watched, mystified as to why she hadn’t exploded. An idea formed that pain from her recent deflowering had mixed too severely with her pleasure and was preventing her from erupting. Deciding I needed to intervene, I opened my eyes.

John grinned at me as I shifted to get closer. I asked, “Daughter, are you a genuine three-hole slut as your grandmother has taught you to be?”

“Yes, Mom,” Krissy panted as another tiny climax washed across her.

“Then you’re offering your virgin ass to your father, too?” I queried.

John stopped pumping as Krissy, wide-eyed, stared at me. “Yes, Mom,” Krissy hesitatingly said.

Sternly, I said, “John, are you prepared to complete your familial duties and take the third of your daughter’s cherries?”

“Yes, Miss Kate,” my husband stated, knowing I was in charge of this part of our daughter’s experiences.

“Prepare your daughter’s ass,” I demanded as I swung out of bed and looked for the lube. Finding it, I handed it to John, stroked my daughter’s lustrous locks and whispered encouragement.

John encouraged Krissy onto her stomach and moved between her shapely thighs. Placing his hands on his daughter’s butt cheeks, John spread them apart and lowered his head until he could touch his tongue to her tiny chocolate star.

“Gawd!” Krissy growled as she felt her father’s tongue on her forbidden place.

John forced moisture inside our daughter’s ass as he slowly worked her ring open. Eventually, Krissy’s little rosebud fluttered open, and her father slid at least an inch of his tongue into her.

“Gawd!” Krissy moaned again as her hips lifted off the bed, trying to force her father’s tongue into her partially gaped ass.

John chuckled before holding his hand out. I poured some sex lube onto it, and he transferred it to our daughter’s ass. Then, smearing more lube over his index finger, John introduced it to Krissy’s ring. Krissy gutturally moaned as her little star fluttered open, allowing the invading digit to enter her.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I requested. Krissy swiftly complied, and I slid between her luscious thighs, gazing eagerly at her waxed pussy. “Lower your slippery pussy onto my mouth,” I instructed my daughter.

I smiled at my husband as I locked my lips around our daughter’s swollen clit. John worked a second finger into Krissy’s ass. Seconds later, when he realised how readily our daughter’s ass gaped, he added a third and a fourth. Convinced his daughter’s ass could take his thick cock, John grunted as he squatted and forced his cock’s head down so it would line up with Krissy’s tiny starfish.

Slashing my tongue over my daughter’s clitoris as I sucked, I avidly watched my husband slowly force his throbbing penis into our daughter’s ass. Krissy bucked as John split her knot apart, but that sudden pain was swiftly replaced with exquisite pleasure as she felt a huge cock filling her dark fuck hole.

“I’m so full, Mom,” she moaned. “So full that it’s incredible!” I bit Krissy’s clitoris. “Fuck!” she exclaimed before promptly exploding into a stupendous orgasm.

I waited until her father had fully embedded his throbbing cock into Krissy’s ass, then I bit her clitoris again and sucked hard as I lashed her love button with my tongue.

“I can’t...” Krissy protested before she tipped her head back and screamed as another extreme climax blasted her into the ether.

“Gaaawwwd,” Krissy sighed as she seemed to deflate, sagging against me like a slowly leaking balloon, completely passed out.

“Shit,” John muttered as he carefully pulled out of our daughter’s ass. “I didn’t get there.”

“Help me roll Krissy into bed,” I giggled. “Then I’ll help wash your cock, and you can fill your slut wife full of cum.”

John swiftly complied before entering our en suite. Seconds later, I welcomed the love of my life between my toned thighs and into my tight, sweet little pussy. Moments after that, John groaned as his aching, throbbing cock exploded inside me, showering my innards with his seed. As it typically did, feeling my husband’s goo splashing onto my cervix caused my eyes to roll back, and my scream matched our daughter’s as I orgasmed on John’s cock. Moving so that Krissy was between us, John and I touched again before falling asleep.

I woke up on my back with sweet, soft lips around my clitoris, demanding that I ignore my need to urinate and climax instead. My hand grasped a handful of hair. Knowing by how long and thick the hair was that it was my daughter, I swiftly climaxed before rushing into the en suite to relieve my bladder. I returned to our bedroom to see my daughter lying on her stomach, sucking her sleeping father’s thickly erect cock.

“Want some help?” I giggled.

“Yes,” Krissy replied after lifting from John’s cock. “But I want to swallow his load.”

“It will contain quite a lot of urine,” I warned, knowing her father’s erection mainly was a ‘piss fat’.

Krissy shook her head, causing her dad to moan because his cock remained inside his daughter’s mouth. Releasing John’s penis, Krissy said, “I don’t care. I want to taste what Dad has for me.”

“Enjoy!” I stated firmly before gently cupping my husband’s balls.

John moaned as I cupped his big balls and then groaned as I flattened my tongue and bathed them, but when I touched my finger to his rosebud, he grunted and blasted his load into our daughter’s mouth. Krissy hummed delightedly as her father filled her mouth with his sticky essence.

“Gawd, Bunny,” John breathed. “You’re so good at that, but I’m not sure I want to know how.”

“Same way Mom is,” Krissy grinned after swallowing her father’s gift.

“Same way as your...” John began to say before blushing and adding, “Oh! Yes, I don’t want to know!” John picked up his phone to determine the time. What seemed like a crafty expression crossed his face, and he innocently said, “Time for breakfast, don’t you think?”

“What do you have cooking, Mister?” I asked playfully.

Swatting my curvy bottom, John said, “You’re cooking, remember?” before laughing heartily.

Krissy and I rolled our eyes and got out of bed.

“Shower first,” John demanded. “No playing, but you may wash each other.”

Krissy held my hand as we walked into the en suite to shower. A quick few minutes later, we stood back in the bedroom wearing only tightly wrapped towels. I reached for a robe, but John smacked my hand. Glancing at him wonderingly, I waited to see what he wanted.

“Full makeup, the pair of you,” John demanded, pointing at my vanity.

I sat, ready to do a complete set from moisturiser to lipstick. Krissy gathered what she needed from my drawers and entered the en suite to do hers. I love dressing myself to the nines and do it every day. Often, if I’m going out for lunch and dinner, I’ll redo my makeup several times a day, so it didn’t take long for me to be completely made up.

I checked the mirror to ensure everything was properly balanced. My dark eyes glowed beneath pink, darkening to peach eye shadow. My mascara and eyeliner caused them to sparkle and look bigger than they were. Using a bronze blush, I’d subtly defined my cheekbones to add more angle to my quite round face. I’d pencilled in my lip line with a dark pink lippy pencil before filling the lines in. This effect gave my lips an even fuller pout than I typically have.

I turned from the mirror in time to see Krissy walk out of the en suite. She’d done her makeup similarly to mine, and when I stood to hug her, John breathed out slowly, his eyes wide.

“You could be sisters, maybe even twins,” he stated, his voice filled with awe. “How did I get so lucky to have two of the most beautiful women in the world in my bedroom?”

“You’ve got a big dick, you’re a good fuck, and you’re rich,” Krissy answered mirthfully. “That’s how!”

We all laughed, and I took my daughter’s hand to walk with her to the kitchen.

“Drop the towels, ladies,” John growled.

When he used that tone of voice, I’d have leapt into a lake of flaming lava if he’d demanded it. I’d have done it, safe in the knowledge he would never hurt me, so there must have been a way that I’d be uninjured. I didn’t even hesitate as I pulled the towel’s tucked-in end out and let it fall to the floor. Krissy also immediately obeyed, letting her towel drop, exposing her beautifully shaped young body, her large 16C breasts bouncing delectably.

I put my hand around my daughter’s firmly toned hips and pressed mine against hers. Krissy grinned, and we began snaking our hips as we strutted before John, his eyes glued to our asses.

We walked into the kitchen and stumbled to a stop. Tommy stood behind Gina, Jennifer, and Charmaine, who were all naked. The girls still wore identical gold, almost dog collars, except they were now all attached to stainless steel-linked leashes leading back to my son’s right hand. As I gaped at this surreal sight, Tommy shook the leads, and the girls immediately knelt and assumed submission position one (sitting on their heels with heads up, eyes down, shoulders back, displaying their breasts proudly, and hands palm up on their thighs).

Tommy dropped the leads and walked to me. In his hand, he held a collar matching what the girls wore. He stood before me, and my eyes instinctively dropped to the floor as my knees weakened, wanting me to fall onto them.

Standing tall, Tommy said, “Dad has something to say. When he’s finished, I will offer you a choice, Mother. Until then, wait, listen, and remain quiet.”

Yes, Sir,” I meekly answered.

“Two of the largest international firms I dealt with when I was with Pepperstone have requested that I take over their investment portfolios,” John said. “Most of what I’ll do for them, I’ll be able to do remotely from my office. However, they need me to travel to London, Hamburg and Berlin to meet with their finance officers and review my strategies. I’ve booked tickets and accommodation for two.”

My heart sang because I thought I’d finally get to travel with my husband, and I began planning the shopping trips I’d take whilst John sat in the offices of the companies he visited. Unfortunately, John dashed those hopes.

“I need you to use that magnificent brain of yours to hold the home office together, Kate. We have a month for me to teach you everything you need to know to keep my business afloat. Kate, I know you want to accompany me, but I need you here, baby. I need you to run my business while I’m away.”

“Who are you taking?” I asked fearfully, worried that he was about to shack up with another slut disguised as his secretary.

John took a deep breath before saying, “Krissy.”

I turned to our daughter, whose wide-opened eyes and mouth confirmed she didn’t know either.

“Is this what must be, John?” I asked sorrowfully. “Must I stay and watch you walk away again?”

Crossing to take me in his strong arms, John held me tightly to his chest before answering, “Yes, baby. Once I have Krissy trained to your standard, you can travel with me. But until then, I need you here, Kate.” Then he tipped my head back and grinned. “At least you know I won’t be fucking around on these trips now.”

“If he does, he’ll return to you nutless, Mom,” Krissy averred sternly.

I pushed on John’s chest and smiled sweetly up at him, “What she said. I’m unsure why you needed Krissy and me naked for that announcement.”

“For this, Kate,” John said, taking a necklace out of a kitchen drawer.

“Not what he has, Mom,” Tommy emphatically stated, holding up the spare collar. “As you and I discussed before, Dad cannot be here for you as often as you need him to be. I can. Gina, Jennifer, and Charmaine have agreed to serve me, Mom. They wish to serve you, too, but only if you give your service to me in place of Dad.

“Dad will always be your husband, and you will always be first to him, just as you are now. But I will take over the role of your protector and corrector. You need a firm hand on your shapely ass to keep your course true, Mom. Without it, you make judgment errors. I’m offering to be that hand, Mom.”

I shook my head, “I will wear no collar except from your father, Tommy. You should know that.”

John shared a grin with his son and mouthed, “Told you!” Facing me, he said, “You’re not an animal or property for me to hand on to someone else or throw away, Kate, my deepest and dearest love. I ask you to accept what Tommy is offering because I think it’s best for all of us. Just as the decision to travel with our daughter is to reassure you that I will not stray without your permission and with you by my side again.”

“You’ll fuck our daughter, though,” I flatly stated. “Until she chooses a man for her own, she needs you in her bed and between her thighs. Step up, John. Show your daughter how to serve a sexually dominant man.”

John smiled and nodded, “I hoped you’d say that, Miss Kate. If that is what our daughter wants, then that is how it will be.”

“I want,” Krissy growled.

“You’ll accept my service collar, Bunny?” John asked, showing the ruby-centred leather collar he held. “You’ll serve me faithfully in every way I wish until you find your man?”

Kneeling, Krissy looked beseechingly up at her father, “Yes, please, Daddy. I’ve longed to serve you since I knew what it meant. That’s why I wanted you to be my first. My only wish is to remain as I should, below Mother in your service. I will serve you faithfully until I find a man worthy of my service.”

John knelt to fasten the collar around Krissy’s neck. She cried happily and melted into her father’s arms. Then, they all turned to face me.

“I will wear no collar other than John’s,” I stated stubbornly.

My husband chuckled before taking two other packages out of the drawer. He handed one to our son before addressing me. “This is a Bulgari Black Onyx necklace, Kate. The pendant has my name and ‘owner’ inscribed on its back. It fits snugly to your neck and has a platinum padlock that prevents it from being removed. Will you wear my service collar with pride, my love?”

With tears flooding from my eyes, I knelt and lowered my head, waiting for my husband to lock it in place.

“There’s more, Kate. Look at your son.”

I shuffled around to face Tommy and his three women. Tommy held a small pendant and chain in his hand.

“This is a matching to your collar, ankle slave chain, Mom,” Tommy explained as he held the chain for me to see. “On the pendant’s back, it says, Tommy Muggleton: Protector. Will you allow me to substitute for your husband when he is too far away to care for you?”

My emotions had overwhelmed me, and I sobbed. I was happy because everything I wanted was finally happening, but it was too much for me. From believing my marriage was over, and that I was losing the man I love more than the stars and moon, to suddenly being invited to be part of something that I believed was deeper than my marriage vows. Unable to speak, I pulled my feet out from under me and offered my delicate ankle to my son. He smiled and locked the chain in place.

“You may welcome her,” Tommy told his three girls.

Three naked, young and beautiful women leapt onto me. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my back, Jennifer and Charmaine were suckling and nibbling my sensitive, puffy nipples, and Gina had my knees up and apart.

“First,” Tommy commandingly said.

The girls helped me to sit before they lowered their eyes and pleaded, “Please, Miss Kate, may we serve you as the first of Tommy’s girls?”

“You want to serve me?” I asked, bewildered. “Don’t you serve Tommy?”

“Yes, Miss Kate,” Gina explained. “But we want you to be above us. We all adore you, Kate, and we need your guidance. We need you to show us how to serve a sexually dominant man. With that knowledge, we can find men to serve.”

“Well, except for me,” Gina clarified. “I have my man, although I, too, need your guidance, Miss Kate.”

“But Charmaine,” I protested. “Aren’t you a...” my voice foundered, knowing what I was about to say may have been hurtful.

“A lesbian, Miss Kate?” Charmaine asked, giggling.

“Well, yeah,” I answered.

“I am, I guess,” Charmaine said. “Well, bisexual with a strong preference for women. I could happily live my life without any cock, but living without pussy would hurt me badly. I need a dominant woman to serve. I wish it could be you, Miss Kate. But I’d never try to take you away from your husband.”

“Doesn’t stop her from being a stupendous cock sucker, though,” Tommy drawled, breaking the tension and making everyone laugh. I looked up and saw that he held three more ankle chains. “These young women need you, Mom. Gina’s mom, Freya, doesn’t want to train her, so Gina’s asking you. Charmaine and Jennifer’s moms are disgusted by their daughter’s behaviour and threw them out of their homes. They wish to learn at your feet, Mom. Please let them. Take them under your wing and show them how to serve.”