At my old house, there was a kitchen, my parents master room, the room were they played with each other, and my room. I assumed our house would also b... upgraded if my dominatrix decided we would have a kid. My parents taught me about this a few years back when I turned 16. If the dominatrix so desired, she would send her slave to the clinic to be impregnated but they never went into much detail after that. Whatever/however it is done, it sounds like it hurts. ‘Welcome to your new home. You are. But now he felt a thrill pass through him as the fact dawned on him that his wife was indeed a sexual tiger. Cathy put down the phone and thought about tomorrow. She loved to eat out her best friend, taste her fanny batter in her mouth and worm a slim finger into her sweet arsehole. But for now she had a burning itch in her own cunt that needed satisfying, and that meant going to her study and hunting for cock.From Cathy's conversation with Carol, Ken was pretty sure she was also a cyber slut. Now, perhaps you wish to see your accommodation?"There was a wary "Yes, Sir," from the two girls. Amanda sounded rather more eager than Estelle, I judged. I showed them the way to the cellar door and invited them to take the wooden steps down into it. The pale light from the cellar's gas mantles lent a softness to the girls' skin as they descended the staircase with diffidence. Amanda stopped, about half-way down the flight of steps, staring at the instruments arranged on the walls of the room. She was wearing a kurti and jeans and looked amazing. Anyway, we boarded the train and started waiting for the TT.Me: You are looking amazing in this dress.P: hehe, thanks. I know you want to kiss me now. Just wait and let the TT come.The TT came, checked the tickets and went back. As soon as he went back, I shut the door and kissed Prachi. She also responded well and we kissed for nearly 5 mins.P: I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes and don’t open until I say.I obeyed her and after 5.