They hadn’t felt noble after being captured by slavers, ravaged for years, and used as breeding stock. Nevertheless, Swarta and I were determined to...renew their belief in humanity and coax them back into accepting their heritage and position.Everyone looked oddly at the PDA when I sat across from them. The computer tablet was dark, so I powered it up. The backlight on the screen went white, which startled both handmaidens. They let out a couple of “Oh moon mother!”, while Tharin raised an. ''... Nooo ... he watches porn ... but right now I don't care ... shut up about him and f**k me.'' Everything was hazy, surreal. I saw Janice facing me, down on the floor on all fours spread out, arse in the air. Her hair was matted to her flushed contorted face and her eyes were glazed over. Profanities drifted from her mouth. Her body shuddered. Peter was behind her pushing hard, making her ripple, as he pounded away. Huge tits swayed mesmerizingly in front of me. Then I heard the crescendo. ” Fiona Stevens sat back on her sofa, her large breasts standing out proudly under her blouse.The twenty-one-year-old Law student took the few steps over to where Fiona was sat on the large sofa until she was standing to the right-hand side of the older woman. She slowly reached over and carefully lowered herself down until she felt her crotch resting on the red-haired woman’s lap. She placed her hands over the far arm of the sofa and moaned as she felt her legs being lifted into position by. I quickly tidied up in the shed before heading for home myself. What a night and many more to come!The following morning, I was back at Mrs Cameron’s and spent a couple of hours raking up the leaves to the front of the house. At one point she appeared at the front door and picked up the newspapers and milk from the doorstep. I shouted a “good morning” to her but she just stared at me for a moment before turning and going back into the house. Around lunchtime I retired to the potting shed, and.