? She stood in front of me for what seemed like forever not saying another word.?Yeah, if you weren’t Sara’s niece I would gladly be your slave, b...cause I am actually more of a slave than a sub. But, you are her niece and that makes a big difference.?After another couple minutes she finally broke the silence. ?Here’s the deal then. Since you want to be a slave rather than a sub, I will make you my slave. That means you have no limits and no rights, you will do what you’re told when you’re told.. "How is it that I should come to know such happiness? Surely, I must be dreaming."As if to dispute her silent doubt, Erik placed his arms about her waist and drew her into a warm embrace."I shall never tire of holding you thusly, my dear. Never did I imagine I would find love and be loved in return.¹ You make me feel like spouting poetry and sonnets. I feel capricious and lighthearted. These are feelings I never expected to use in describing myself. With you by my side, I can ignore the. I seductively whispered, “may I cum Master?” and he replied, “yes, misty, as long as you don’t mind an audience.” I shook my head “no” and he instructed to get up and follow Him into the room with the pool table. He asked the men in there if they wouldn’t mind having His slave masturbate in front of them and of course they said “no!” He lifted me onto the pool table, told me to spread my legs open wide, knelt in front of me and lapped up my juices. I closed my eyes, arched my back and moaned.. His underwear was growing tighter by the second.Sister Megan welcomed him in with open arms—literally. She embraced him, massaging his back, feeling his boner through her dress. He tore off her habit, flowered nun-panties, and dress eagerly, and she returned the favor, discarding his vestments on the other side of the room.Father Cameron was just about to reach his fingers into Sister Megan’s cunt, which was already dripping on the floor, when he heard a “Mooooooooooooooooooooo.”“Is that a.