But he followed up by saying, “You are my warrior’s sex slave”. He hauled me to his bedroom and well… We had some ruff hardcore sex.Fast forwa...d to after the sex, but yet somehow I know we did. As well as in the next 5 years I had sex with every one of them on many occasions. I also found out something else. I found out that these men were not good guys. Warrior they were called but to serve what exactly I did not know. But it seems it was something to obtain power and money. Over the 5 years. By this time I being uncontrollable ,placed my hand on her thighs. She told that it is not good as she is a married lady, but at that point of time she also got aroused by seeing the scenes.But I took these words as a green signal and moved my hand to her boobs for which she held me tightly. It was an wonderful feeling for me .Both of us stood up I took her to the wall and held her both the hands to the wall with my hands and gave a small bite to her shoulder, by which she shivered and I could. Finally the day of the art museum trip came and she and her classmates prepared for the trip. They would be walking, as the museum wasn’t far from the campus. As the students, bundled up in scarves and hats, huddled together on the sidewalk, Mr. Daughton strode toward them to round them up for the trek. The students mostly walked in groups of three or four, groups of friends walking together. But Claire, he noticed, walked mostly by herself, only talking occasionally to someone or another.. “Fuck my ass, please, Lady Sasha!” the oiled bimbo moaned. I didn’t remember her name. The one day I had the panties here in Miami, I had managed to get over a thousand people under my power. A good five hundred of those were hot women all eager to be fucked by me and my family. The rest were guys and less desirable women willing to go out there and work to provide for us.They were happy to worship me.“Your dad’s cock feels so good in my pussy,” she moaned, reaching behind her to part her.