A flexible rubber pad covered her crotch, sporting a sturdy plastic prong shaped in a series of barbs. Gently she twisted her arm, wrenching her panty-wrapped fist in a heavenly rotation inside my steamy twat. She rotated her fist, left then right, a circular grinding motion that caused an irresistible shudder to arise from deep within the far depths of my inflamed little pussy. Mother laughed and I felt my misplaced optimism melt away like a spill of ice cream on a hot summer sidewalk. If anything, Mother tended to set the bar of approval several notches higher for me than the already demanding performance levels required of the rest of the staff. The retreating bulge of her hand reached the quivering embrace of my aching twat lips, causing them to flare outward as they strained to retain their grasp on Mother’s incestuous, cunt-fucking fist. “Madison, you continue to test me,” Mother warned. “How cute! The deeds carried out in that inner sanctum were quite routinely the topic of speculation as unusual noises filtered their way out
