"Whose slut are you?" he asked. "Your slut." she said looking him deep in his eyes the color of the sea after a storm with a smile on her lips. He unb...ttoned the next button on the coat. This time he pulled the leash hard. Holding the leash tight he asked again "Whose slut are you?" "Your SLUT!" she breathed out. He unbuttoned the last button on the coat. He quietly walked around her, stopping behind her. He grabbed the collar of the coat and stripped it from her tossing it aside. He then. She worked the button and zipper of my slacks and then got me to lift my butt so she could slide them down.With my shirt wide open and my slacks around my ankles with Joan still fully dressed, I had a feeling of vulnerability that was new to me in either life. Oh, V1’s dominatrix Desiree Whitcomb had certainly ordered him about and eventually started to verbally abuse him. But he was always being ordered around to please her. Tonight, Joan was ordering me around to please me. I felt like what. “What Mum failed to mention is that you’re also the proud papa of her grandchild. Yes, Mum and I have upheld our pregnancy pact. If you ask me, every Mum and daughter who are of age should be bred by the same bloke. At least once,” Lily swore before parting her mother’s cheeks to eat her ass with delight.“Oh, for fuck’s sake, fucking shag my bum with your tongue, darling!” Kate exclaimed as she enjoyed the feeling of her daughter’s rimjob, “and I so fucking agree ... so, what is your wish,. Sydney was in the living room watching some girly flick on TV and didn't even look my way when I walked towards the kitchen.I fixed myself some dinner and ate it quietly at the dinner table.The rest of the evening was awkward to say the least. We both tried to avoid any sort of confrontation till finally it was time for bed. My parents had gotten home a couple of hours before and had pretty much just eaten a late dinner and went straight to bed. We could tell they were both tired from their.