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If you will please follow me.” Mr Randall said while giving my mom a small bow. We greeted the much friendlier looking Mr Randall and followed suit. We walked through the door he just came from which leaded to a long hallway. I felt a feeling of shame when Mr Berkley announced we would be staying in the servant’s quarters. “You can call me Bill. I am the caretaker of the yard and pretty much the handy man around here.” Mr Randall said as we walked. “I’m Miranda and this is Lucian.” My mom replied and pointed towards me. “Please to meet you. You will have to excuse Mr Berkley. He thinks rather highly of himself. Very good at what he does though.” Bill said as he opened the door at the end of the passage for us to pass through. We entered what appeared to be the main kitchen. Large slabs of marble decorated the wooden cabinets of the work spaces and white marble all over the floor. I was for a moment unsure where he was leading us, but he gestured for us to walk towards the back door of the kitchen. “Your rooms are at the back of the yard and not connected to the house.” He said as he led us outside. A massive yard welcomed us with a green patch of lawn any rugby team would love to practice on. The edges of the yard were closed from any outside view by massive trees all planted in a row. To the side of the grass girlfriend was an Olympic sized swimming pool surrounded by huge rock art formations. As we reached the quarters where we Cuckold would be staying, I realised it was more of a very small house than just a room. There was a large hooker tree in front of the small house that hid it from view from the main mansion. I felt almost at home. “Thank you so much Mr Randall… I mean Bill.” My mom said and smiled. Mr Randall bowed again and walked back towards the garden. “Well… What do you think?” My mom asked as she turned towards me. I looked back at the small house. “Looks really cosy.” I replied as we both walked towards the door of our new home. Chapter Three The following morning, I woke up with the sound of birds singing outside my window. I lifted myself up from bed and looked around my casting room again. I sexy was staying in the smallest room the house. adorable My mom took the larger one only after she offered it to me and me refusing to take it. I pulled my socks over my feet and felt a cold nip in the air as I got out the bed. The ceiling was low ad I only had one window looking out towards the side of the garden. I couldn’t see the mansion at all. It was a Saturday. I heard my mom in the house busy with something. As I got up to pull a sweatshirt over my naked chest the smell of toast fills my nose. Mom was making breakfast it seems. I pulled on a pair of black slippers and left my room. “Morning.” I said as I entered lounge. The house had only two small rooms with an open plan kitchen lounge. The small skirt she wore road up her sides and shifted to show him the small little red panties she wore. Delicate scents from her hair and skin sent sensual messages that tickled my balls, my cock swelled fatter, my heart was thudding. I see she grows impatient with me. She’s a few feet away, smacking the bat into her palm. I said yes and reached for it but King said no that it was his turn. He said they wanted to offer the job to you. I groaned as her tongue lapped up my soft shaft. I walk her over to the couch. You're as close to pregnant, as a guy can get. I winked. Next deciding point was their cooking and so I asked each of them what their moms usually cooked at home. He heard a girlish voice say, “Come on!” as Dana took him by the hand and led him to a bedroom that was mostly pink and lace and stuffed animals. I put the tape recorder in position, sexy turned it on and went to adorable the kitchen to make the floats. � Sara came and let Oliver in. She went away with out even checking how my Cuckold night was. Of course I did not try to stop her, taking a deep breath feeling her warm mouth on my cock. "It is a trifle but I need them to bring their mistress out of her rooms, the casting guards won't allow any men beyond a certain point. I am sure they will consider her quite a trophy. It was a typical crowd, a few pretty girls but a lot of sad-looking guys and most of them were staring at her. Mommy laughed. “I don’t know if I’ll ever not feel a flutter inside me when you girlfriend say that.” “Miranda, open my pants and take my cock out. I’m—EEEEEEEEEEEK!” “ Oh hooker no! Who is it?” It was hard. Maybe that is why I'm hesitant to open the red door. It made her even hornier looking at herself. I don’t know what it is, but when I cum shortly afterward I must pee something fierce. “Just like that, huh?” “You don’t have to be gay to suck my cock.