It was the humiliating words "obedient woman" and talk of dirty old Mr Harris being allowed to "make her is property" that did it.The men continued to...look at the girl, not showing the obvious excitement they felt at seeing this young girl presented to them like this."You are expected to stand here, with your hands on your head, and listen." "We may from time to time ask you a question, but unless we explicitly do as you a question, you will not be invited to interject." "Is this completely. Brad sounded like Pitt, who yes was hot, but she wanted her own man. Bob rhymed with blob, unappealing. She made childish letter-b noises in the gloaming. B names. Be names. Her well-read mind thought of Hamlet’s soliloquy and ‘Wherefore art thou Romeo’, and shifted to the Brownings and ‘How I do love thee and am busily counting the ways’, and inspiration struck. B could be the perfect Byronic hero: Byron himself. Sucking her teaspoon absentmindedly, V realized that a good old fashioned. Dan propped himself up with his arms and said, "sit, Auntie. What happened?" Mom sat on the side of the bed. "Dan," she began, "I'm really sorry-" Dan stopped her. "Auntie, you are like my mother, you can slap me if you feel I have overstepped my boundaries. I didn't mind at all. No need to apologize." "I am sorry nonetheless. You are grown now, I can't just hit you," she said. Dan smiled, "always your babies, remember?" Mom smiled back at him. She ran her fingers over his hair. The love in. I whimper and moan as I take them in my mouth, urging them to cum. The man between my tits moans loudly and squeezes them together around his thick tool. I hear my husband stroking his cock. “Yeah, baby, suck those cocks! You know how! Get that cum, you little fucking whore!” The cock in my mouth swells and explodes its hot, gooey jizz and I try to swallow but most of it gushes out of the corners of my mouth and down my cheek and chin. The man between my tits watches and the sight of his friend.