OK, you mean like holding each other and stuff." Ashley pushed at it chest lightly and responded. "Of course silly!" They shared a few chuckles and...went to Harry's room where they spent the first half hour singing. Ashley knew Harry was not comfortable holding or being held, so she made him feel more comfortable by starting out singing. Ashley's first song was 'My Heart Will Go On. by Celine Deon' Harry was awestruck. During the song, he observed not only the melody, but also Ashley's body. The sweat was rolling down his chest in rivers. He looked over at me with a big grin, turned to me and flexed his rock hard pecs up and down. We both started laughing. He tended to be a showoff with his body. He had a lot to show off. Since he and mom had divorced a few years earlier, he had a string of girlfriends who would fuck him every chance they got. Dad was a true stud. I liked to think that I took after him.“Son, it looks like your pecs are gettin’ bigger, like mine. Remind me sometime. Her legs spread, pussy impaled by cock, her toned midsection glistening with sweat beneath her cum-covered, oversized breasts. Her face expressing an amalgamation of emotions, all while she supported her bitter enemy's colors above her head. "Now, I want you to shout out whatever I tell you. If you cum before we're done, then I'm going to lead you out of this room on a leash and let every guy spank your ass. Got it?" Danielle nodded. "Good. Now, yell 'Give me an 'M!''" Danielle knew what was. What must one do, to deserve a life like this? What should I have done, to be on the other side of this impregnable wall which separates Owners from Servants, or in my case, slaves? It's merely fortune, I think. They are just like me, really. No more intelligent, or attractive but the river of life flowed differently for them or perhaps the currents chanced to carry them to a more favourable part of the stream. However, at least I can enjoy some of this good fortune and life could have been.