I could smell it. I groaned, licking my lips.I pushed aside her panties' gusset, exposing her matted, black bush. It was thick as her mother's, hiding...her pussy lips. Clint's cum and her juices stained the dark hairs. I licked through the silk, savoring her tart cream and his salty jizz. My son's spunk coated my tongue as I lapped through his sister's pubic mound.“Oh, Cheryl,” she moaned. “Oh...Mommy-slut. Oh, that's so nice. Oh, yes. Lick your son's cum out of my pussy.”“Yes,” purred Vicky. He put it on a stake, did not eat white bread, he said, "I have never seen such hot dogs." "I do not know how to do it, but I told him that I had to treat him before, and I went to the lighter," he said.He said to me, "How did you find me when I sat in the chair again?" He said: "I fell to your feet and laughed and laughed and said that you were not stingy and angry as I said it .. I was lucky that the cafe was empty and nobody saw these movements, I was a bit of a security camera, but I still. If elite officers took a liking to a certain slave than the slave would be that officer's personal slave. Resistant slaves were shown no mercy and were killed. All slaves were obediant. Captured males also became either labor slaves or even sex slaves in some cases. A ceremonial breeding occured between a high elite officer and a chosen slave in a large empty room where they were the center of sex. After the 1st orgasm by the male all others who were chosen to watch joined in a full orgy.. I decided to go talk to Mama Kaylo as soon as the sun came up. MamaKaylo could read dreams. The darkies believed she could talk to the dead, weavespells and make charms. I touched my round belly and thought about the time six years ago I slippeddown to Mama Kaylo's shack and bought a charm to get me with child. Was thatwhere it all started? Four years married and still barren. Morgan startingto drift away acting like he couldn't stand the sight of me. Or was it beforethat? Maybe I should.