We walked to the nurses station and found Georgia. She looked at us with tears in her eyes.“I am so sorry about Blossom. I can’t believe that she ...s gone.”We told her what had just happened and then she really began to cry and ran back into the nursery. We followed as far as we could and asked if my wives could please nurse their new children. Lynn and Erin were led into a room to the side of the nursery. Erin reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out her nursing sling. Lynn did the same.In. My heart suddenly went cold as an iceberg and I stepped back from the door. I was going to kick the damn thing in and then I was going to go in there and do some hurting. My rage was overcome by a small voice in the back of my head that was saying:"Your girls, don't upset the girls" and that cut through the rage like a sharp knife and I turned and went back to the living room. I told the girls it was bedtime and Marlene (age 3) and Nancy (4) got off the couch and I walked them to their room.. . a slavegirl who happened to be sleeping in the Master's bed. And while being part slavegirl and part Master's concubine had certain perks and privileges around the mansion, it meant little in the village and outside the mansion's estate.One night after their typical sexplay was finished, Maria sat up in bed with the sheet wrapped around her young firm breasts as Miguel came back to bed from the bathroom."Señor, may I please speak to you? I wish to talk about my freedom. How can I earn my. I began by kissing every inch of it. “Use your tongue, son,” my father said. “Lick it hard.” I ran my tongue up the groove between the two soft lips. When I slurped the bump at the top of the slit, her knees tightened against my sides. I painted circles around the nubbin with the tip of my tongue. As though to thank me for finding her cum-trigger, she swallowed the entire length of my prick. “Nice work, honey,” my father said as he leaned in to take a picture.Out of the corner of my eye I saw.