Everyone is staring at us as he takes me back to the bedroom. He closes the door and leans against the door with his arms crossed. He stares at me and...I stare at his chest not meeting his eyes. I’m not sure what I’ve done wrong.“Severen what am I?”“My Master,” I answer automatically.“What does that mean to you?”I glance up not sure what he means. It means everything to me. My mouth open, but no words come out. What did I do wrong? He must have seen the confusion in my eyes.“In the dining area I. I was too weak for some resistance, but at same time, I was very horny and in the mood for a good butt fucking.I closed my eyes as he lent in and scooped two fingers of some kind of oil. He then probed his rock hard dick against my tight rosebud. His first touch caused my anus to close and tighten, as he tried to enter me.He started pushing in, as I was trying to help him, knowing I was willingly opening my anus, to receive him, deep and hard.Each push moved my body forward, until finally I. He brought the gun up and pointed it at Robbie."I don't know who you are son but, say goodnight to the sluts."A shot exploded.Amanda and Zoe gasped, looking from Doug to Robbie.They watched as a red patch appeared, spreading outwards as Doug slumped to the carpet. Looking beyond Robbie they took in the sight of Deputy Richards, his service pistol still smoking from the barrel.Richards had been turning the car when he heard what sounded suspiciously like a gunshot. It had seemed to come from the. "You baked bread?!" she asked, incredulous."Well, sort of." said Debbie, a little uncertainly. "It didn't get all big and puffed up like when you do it.Ramona looked into the oven and saw a loaf of bread about half as risen as it should have been.Still, it made her heart warm to think that the children had done this for her. She announced that she was going to let them finish while she took a bath. She wouldn't get to soak quite as long as she'd planned, but it would be enough. She already felt.