Sex time was over, and my waist felt bruise, Sinclair had me bent for, claiming I was under arrest, then had me fucking her from behind, as she played the role of a police woman who failed to tames her criminal and letting me loose I had to fuck her.
Hard!, so she said, I had her in several positions, face up, held by my firm hands, and her face down, ass up, with her hands cuffed behind her back, I also had her riding me, in cowgirl style, it was hours full of cum.
And I need to rest, I am so tired, she never seems to be tired of having her holes filled, nice for a middle age lady, walking down my room, for anything at all, that would make me sleep faster. I walk past Sinclair untamed daughters room
Slightly open, such a bad habit, she’s crying into a pillow or maybe her clothes but either way she must have stuffed clothes in her mouth, her voice was being restricted, what would make the daughter of a billionaire sad.
She wouldn’t tell me, Sinclair wouldn’t either, I am nothing but a fuck boy to them, walking back to my room, my heart unsettled and my mind confused. I stare at my phone screen , everything is happening way too fast, maybe just too fast.
When I wake up all will be normal again for sure
this time.
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It’s 5am in the morning, insomnia has gotten the best of me, I had my eyes closed thinking I could sleep, but every shrek made my mind alert, my mind had a busy night… thinking of how to start a restaurant, I searched for restaurants in Los Angeles, for sale, got some at decent prices and hopefully I would get to see them.
Walking out of my room, my head aching badly, obviously waking up at the wrong side of the bed today, the psycho kids room was two rooms away from mine, and once again it was open slightly.
The light was on, the urge to check out what she is doing up early overwhelms me, but the last time, I got kicked in the crotch, and insulted, I wouldn’t want that, I already had a bad night.
The light is so inviting, maybe she slept with her light on, I could just help her turn it off, then she would sleep properly, besides it isn’t breaking any of Sinclair's rules right?, pushing the wooden door open, I see her sleeping, on her bed, snuggling in her duvet.
This room had been locked, since I came here, almost a month now,and now I see why it’s locked, it looks like a coven In here, I could bet those webs just above me aren’t animated, or fake they are real as fuck and so wide.
I see roses almost everywhere, the scent stupefies my senses, it smells so nice, yet looks so awful, damn Sinclair really has a bad version of herself.
“ have you come to spy on me again… fuck boy” she said in a stern voice, making me loose my footing, I could swear I heard her snore slightly, looking at her, she doesn’t look like she just woke up from sleep, she looks relaxed
“ My name is Martin” I said standing up to leave, “ I came to turn the light off” I said, she arches a brow at me, then lays back on her bed, “ or maybe to take something” she said, her face gave nothing away.
“ ok, who the fuck broke you, you sound so broken, and fact, I they were other submissive before me , doesn’t mean their bad deeds rub off on me” I said making my way out of the room.
“ The last one, got killed after he stole, I bet you would steal as well” she said, damn she has no sense of humor at all, leaving the room, confused and sad, I walk to the kitchen, to prepare something for Sinclair before she leaves for work.
Weird enough, just to calm my thoughts, She would be resuming her office today after a week break, or more, while I go out, to make a living, a smile crept on my face as I thought of how we began, I literally died and woke up bored while she was out working
“ What's so funny?” I hear a familiar voice say, it’s Vanessa, dressed in red flannel sleeves, her thighs were bare, it weirdly glows, fuck, she’s just as beautiful as Sinclair, they have killer thighs, any man could die die.
Focus martins!
“ well, nothing” I replied clearing my throat, she rubs her hands up her thighs till it reaches her waist, there I see a lacy lingerie resting on her waist, what’s she up to, whatever it is, it’s taking an effect on me, I could feel a growth on my shaft already just watching her thigh high up.
Clearing my throat I walk back to the cupboard to hide my erection, “ stop hiding, I know you want me, come give me those stuff you give my mom” she said this time, her voice getting closer, now I feel her wet fingers, on my hairs which she trails down my neck.
“ fuck, I watched your videos and I must say you are one thick man” she said trailing her fingers down my body, “ Vanessa, this isn’t right” I said removing her hands, but didn’t turn to look at her, there’s no denying that I am excited, having her in the kitchen.
Pulling her hair, then having her screaming while I fuck her here and now,but no, I am Inlove with her mother, and I belong to Sinclair.
“ don’t be a buzz kill” she grabs my ass, with her finger, “ I am so juicy, just watching you fuck the petite white girl” she said, mega!, indeed she came across my videos.
“ I belong to your mother”. I said
“ what belongs to my mom, belongs to me, so you are mine” she said