I certainly couldn't tell just how long she'd go, but in the end, regardless of how long she went on, it would feel like a lifetime. I couldn't focus ...n one part of her; my eyes scanned the entire front half of her body several times.'You certainly have great tits and a nice hairy pussy too, but wow, you're dashing in every sense of the word. You're amazing and eager to please me, even if you don't know it.'Even as I had only been watching her masturbate for a few minutes, I found myself on the. Itwasn't the type of object one expected to see in the room of two littlegirls, who probably had to be told daily not to touch it. This was thefirst sign that I was actually within a dream. I wasn't a parent andeven I thought having the lamp in the room was a terrible hazard.Above the night table, however, was something that made me consider thatthis could be my reality. Written in flowery script next to the bunk bedwas the following, "Once upon a time, two princesses were born...!"Underneath. You have to promise to take care of both of us and not tell anyone,” Angie said.”I promise I will take care of you both... I won’t tell anyone,” I assured them.Toni pulled her mouth off my cock with a loud slurp. She stood up and turned me around so that I was facing Angie.At 5’ 11” Angie was 4” shorter than me. She was stunning. Her lean, athletic body was perfectly proportioned to her height. She knelt in front of me and put both hands on my pulsing cock, stroking it up and down. Her tongue. At first it had been a make believe role for public consumption. Then it had been continued for self-preservation and for the safety of the two slaves that had been left in his charge. He had engaged in more and more private activities, especially sexual activities salted with only a little bondage and pain. He had ordered others to administer pain and had watched as others used the two slaves sexually and had been turned on by all of it. But in his own mind this was all still a charade to be.