I guess it was my time now to receive those words. "you stupid sex slave we will continue pounding your pussy until we want and you will not even drea... of complaining". When I was getting fucked on the week ends the girls began talking of dressing me up as their slave servant. While I was gagged I could not reply. But that part was concerning me a bit. I think that I bit more than I could chew when I retired. The comment was that I was not going to sit idle at the house while they worked to. "Certainly, Ma'am," she answered, taking a feathery puff from a wide-mouthed jar on the vanity. My eyes closed tightly, she dusted megenerously with the sweet smelling body powder, coating my shoulders andthen moving down over my hairless chest and finally down over eachthigh.Returning from the dresser, Carolyn held out a wispy white training bra.Unsure of what was happening, I took a step back, but Aunt Mary promptlyinstructed me to raise my arms and quit stalling. My arms outstretchedbefore. He moved behind me and then his hands were on my hips. I shuddered at his touch, and a moan escaped me. ‘This is wrong,’ I said, but I didn’t try to stop him as he guided me towards his desk. ‘Then why does it feel so right?’ he asked in my ear. I was dripping wet. I needed that big dick, needed to feel it filling my ass. It wasn’t a matter of right and wrong any more, the all that mattered was my ass and how much it hungered for his cock. His big, thick, hard cock. I had to have it. A needful. We found the largest changing room and I started to unbutton my blouse. Her hands crept round me and she brushed them over my extremely erect nipples. I sighed in relief thinking I was going to cum instantly. She helped to undo the rest of my buttons slowly and turned me to face her. She could see my straining tits and commented on how big and round they were, like rip melons ready to be eaten. I was astounded and stunned that she was so bold. She stroked the outside of my bra, knowing I was.