I want you to fulfill your chores before you're doing groceries and I've got some more for you to do when you come back.” I pulled myself up from out of the dark pit I found myself in. I showered and vintage dressed into work clothes to work the garden meticulously up to the ridiculously high standards my mother wanted the garden to be in. Mom didn't enter our garden into competitions and I'm sure lots of people that did compete were happy we did not. Paradise could not be more beautiful. I think Mom insisted on me doing the japanese garden early in the mornings to keep it a secret she had her own son working his butt off. The whole world was convinced the garden was all her doing. Whenever she got an opportunity and the weather was dry she would enter the garden and doodle in it all day, every day. I never, ever caught her really doing something like weeding or topping or removing dead branches but people would see her there nonetheless. I did catch her once squeezing a ladybug to pulp between her fingers but after telling her that ladybugs ate aphids I didn't catch her doing it again. I really am in the dark why I obey my mother in everything she wants from me. Stronger, it rarely crosses my mind that she controls all of my life. Perhaps it is busty because it has always been that way. Perhaps it is because I never talk about her controlling masturbates behavior with anyone. Even when someone is complimenting me with our garden and the effort my mum puts into it I agree with them. Or perhaps it is I just like the work in the garden and I like to cook our meals. Perhaps it is I like to get our groceries and do the laundry. Perhaps I like all that work because when I do those things perfectly; I also get absolute freedom from my mother of how to do them. I must do something good because it has been three years since I was critiqued on how to do my chores. I like my steaks rare. I like clean sheets on my bed every week. I like my bed made up every day and I like doing all that by myself. I like to take Mom's Jaguar for a spin when doing groceries. I don't like to study and I'm grateful to pass every year without actually doing the studying. I also liked that whenever I went for groceries I would meet Bridget classic in the mall. Bridget, the girl next door I have always have had a crush on. If only she wasn't two years older than I am. I'm grateful this is my final year in school with the year ending in two weeks time. I'm looking forward to starting working on our garden and house full-time. Yes, seriously. I'm proud of my achievements in landscaping our garden. Mom is unaware I found ways to scrape of money out of the weekly budget we have for groceries and to scrape off of the other budgets. The annual house maintenance budget perhaps being the one I scraped of most. Balancing books like a professional bookkeeper is not one of my skills but I soon learned in my life that my mother was totally ignorant of money's worth and I exploited her blindness. When I was fourteen I learned all the wood on the house was painted for twenty thousand dollars every year and the next summer I started painting the house myself. The books only showed an entry “Paint House”, and I kept that up, stashing 20K a year as a starter in the process. I really wouldn't know where Mom gets her money from. I really wouldn't know whether she is rich or not. I do know we are quite comfortable. Days, weeks, or years. And she passed, hands down, mainly my hands down to her pussy and ass. “The pay’s good.” I whipped my cock out and she opened her mouth, eager to receive it. “Mmmfmfff, mmfffmm mff!” I offered as a muffled protest, feeling the combined sensation of my vaginal juices and a liberal dose of the Janitor’s cum melt across my taste buds. “Yes, “I breathed. The ride in Terry’s car was smooth and uneventful. The powerful vibrator was there to help the job of opening his sister's body to it's maximum. Glad I busty did," he smiled. Watching this was both japanese disgusting and exciting at the same time and I felt my cock harden. I had to smash this thing. “Good Morning Laura Hondo, this is David Greene.” “No, no, noooo,” moaned tracy. I'd already pulled down the covers and the three of us laid down next to each other with Simon in the middle. I have to meet with the widows of last night’s incident.” I groaned as the pleasure pumped out of my dick. Leveria’s cool hands were on the back of neck, an oasis for my molten flesh. Instead she started to scroll though the live feeds and on a couple of occasions happened across a woman reading or two women chatting in the bar, always casually naked. As Pinkie began running in place with her tits thrusted out, she winced as vintage the paddle slapped and slammed deep into her soft mams. Why didn’t she become loyal to me?” Eighteen-year-old June and twenty-year-old Dusk (real name Eve). They have dropped their price by 5.5 million if we can close the deal before Christmas,” she tells me. She knew she needed to try to pull herself together so she struggled to get her composure and turned off the water. “Wow,” she heard him say, “Just…wow.” Hunger. She got in the shower with him, and Jacob moved out of her way while she rinsed the blood of herself. It looks like you’ve made out quite well in life.” Dinner’s ready..” Aunt Sheen’s voice came from the kitchen downstairs. His climax brought life to her and she gorged herself on his desire. The only people that I could see with clothes on were classic those who were arriving. He looked more masturbates like a very concerned father. "CLOTHESTIME ANYONE?" joked the MC as he reached into a bucket of clothes pins and began to attached them to Pinkie and Sonja's breasts - starting at the nipple and working all the way back to the base of each girls breasts - now distended and distorted beyond their natural limits. I want to be happy too! Lorlei glanced at her nipples and hurriedly brought her hands up to cover them. They were just barely in earshot when the wife nudged her husband with her elbow, “Mind your manners.” Not one had ever proposed or engaged in any hanky-panky.