Early one morning Madam Viktoria was doing the rounds of her stables, checking on the dragons and their nests when she spotted a young girl walking up...the main path, Viktoria returned to her office to await the girl, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled, perfect she thought, her hair combed neatly back into a tight pony tail and her riding leathers clinging tightly to her slim curvy form, in places the leather was almost see though and exposed her arse and breasts to the world. She sighed happily. "Well, I suppose we should be going." Let me get the baby ready," her mother said. She disappeared into the baby's room. She emerged a few minutes later with the baby already packed in the car seat."I didn't know if you wanted to come to this," her mother said. "You know a few people, but not very many, and you're older than the kids who'll be there." I've been to other parties," Devlin replied as they got in the car. "And it gets mighty lonesome in the dorms." I thought you. She invited me back to her place, a cozy, little studio with all the comforts one needs to relax and enjoy a little self-love. Francine was about twenty-eight with a firm body that stood about five feet six inches tall; just a few inches taller than me.Her legs were long and slender and her feet and ankles were just as lovely as the rest of her. When we arrived at her place, there was her pretty lace underwear lying on the floor. Looks like she had dropped them clean from a folded laundry pile. Sophia knows this. She has accepted it. I grab her hair with my left hand and pull her head back. Her eyes look to mine in the mirror as she feels my thick member throbbing deep inside her. "You Know What I Want To Hear, Slave. Tell Me What A Slave Is Good For." I feel her tremble on me and her eyes unfocus briefly. Her pussy has become even wetter. "i am your slave, master. i am here for you to fuck, torture and kill." I grunt as I pound into her harder. Wrapping my left hand further into her.