We looked each other in the eyes while she was down on me. My sister shot the scene in many different angels. I looked great later on tape.Then it was...my turn. At first I played with her big tits. Sucked her already hard nipples. Then I went down deeper. Kissed the inside of her tights. Teased her little until I slid my tongue over her clit. For the second time I tasted my moms hairy cunt. The voice in my head saying that it was wrong was still there. But hey, I did it only for the money. So,. .. "Oh, Jason," he murmured, prompting the majordomo to turn and face him, "Have you and Charles made up?"Jason showed his teeth. Over the weekend, Felicia -- now known as 'the Wench' -- had occasioned a certain loss of face for Jason, and Armand had enforced it by elevating Charles, the head groundskeeper, to Overseer of his as yet tiny stable of actual slaves. Jason was still unhappy with having to share his domain with the interloper, but he figured that Charles would fail to please Armand. Laurel and I greeted her as she hopped out of the truck. As usual, she was dressed in all black: a spaghetti-strapped, sleeveless, satin top; tight, denim, short shorts, and punk-style boots. I stared at her as she hugged her mom, wondering how in the hell someone as sweet and innocent as Laurel could produce someone like this hot minx. “Hey, Kyle,” Lana said as she came to me with open arms.“Hey, Lana,” I answered as we hugged, and I purposely kept my crotch away from her so that she wouldn’t. Estimated strength of the enemy was at least twice that, but they were strung out along the Floral fortifications for a distance of 100 clicks. Just how many defenders awaited them in West Floral had been impossible to judge.The enemy had artillery and APMs with a range of no more than 10 clicks. Most of these, however, were sited to cover the river, but, could be resited with a minimum of fuss. The Coms also had a number of tanks, and an even larger number of wooden dummies. Again, they were.