.On the other hand ... what was interesting was the words I spoke actually rang true, even if I didn’t consider those thoughts until I said them out...loud. I wasn’t lying to Master, I knew. I didn’t know that I’d be able to do so. I was a slave. That was not in doubt. That was my place. A slave doesn’t assume that she deserved Master’s bed. That was just as true as my original rationale for making my own little cubby. Of course, I think that was the collar at work converting my original act of. Then, she voiced her thoughts."Like I said, my ex-boyfriend made it all about himself. I used to go down on him, but he refused to go down on me. He said it was disgusting. Now that I look back on it, I can see that he was really an asshole."It was all I could do to keep from sitting bolt upright."Not only was he an asshole," I declared, "he's nuts. Like, completely out of his fucking mind." So that's how you feel about it," Julia said softly, a twinkle in her eye.I merely nodded in. Chelsea, sensing her mother's need, licked and nibbled on her erect clitorisharder! Faye's guttural moaning gave away an shred of decency as she needed to cum badly, andnow didn't care who was watching her! Vic kept the camera rolling, and encouraged the twowomen on, while Howard was silently watching his daughter orally satisfy her mother and hiswife, and ashamedly he had to admit it was exciting, and his own erection gave him away! Seeingthis, Vic said, "Get behind the little cunt and fuck. What should I say? Finally, it was Shelly who broke the silence. ‘Do you think this is … something? I mean … maybe there’s … oh … I don’t know how to say what I’m thinking!’ she stammered. I smiled and bent down to kiss here once more. ‘Well … I guess that depends on what something is. What does something mean to you?’ I asked gently. ‘You know … boyfriend … girlfriend … that kind of something.’ ‘Is that enough for you?’ ‘Uh … I guess … for now … I don’t know,’ she answered cautiously. ‘Shelly,.