Her pussy juices tasted like nothing I had ever tasted before, salty and sweet at the same time it was incredible. I swirled my tongue around in her p...ssy listening to her moans of pleasure and making sure she was enjoying it. As I drew my mouth away, her pussy glistened with the combination of her juices and mine. I stood up from the bed admiring her body as I lifted my shirt from my own. I tossed it to the floor, and began to undo my pants. By this time J.C. had recovered from my. Neither of these most hopeful of options were likely, however. There was little demand for 40-something sex slaves. People who could afford such luxuries usually preferred young slaves, without stretch marks and saggy tits. She knew she'd probably end up in a BDSM brothel, or at best, a labor slave somewhere, probably doing the backbreaking harvesting migrant workers once performed. And when she was deemed unfit for even that work... well, her organs might still be worth something.Whatever. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding her own flimsy robe closed, as it was unbuttoned to her belly after Jeremy's feeding.The brown haired teen walked in front of Wendy, close so that their knees were touching. "Aunt Wendy... just one last one, before I leave? One feeding, could we?"Wendy gulped and looked down, searching for an answer. As her eyes came back up and she started the "no" on her tongue, she watched Jenna pull the nightdress over her head and drop it to the floor, standing in. “The look on Harriet's face says it all,” Mark said as he pointed at me.I just smiled as I felt my face redden.“She's a real woman now,” Nancy went on as she grabbed my forearm and squeezed.Again I just smiled.“Harriet, are you going to say anything?” Joan asked.“I've had a wonderful time,” I softly answered.“Mark, are you going to give her a kiss?” Joan asked him, a sly smile across her face.“What!?” We both exclaimed.“Good idea,” Nancy chimed in. “She should get a good-night kiss.”We looked.