I surveyed myself in mirror, a true whorish sex slave, looked back at me in the reflection. I hoped the Master would approve and possibly reward me. A... I entered the kitchen I immediately saw the bulge in his pants. Being so submissive and wanting to please him, I took this physical view to mean he approved. He pointed to the floor and I knew to get down on all fours. I was his slut, his cock whore, his total sex slave to use as he required. On all fours and very vulnerable he snapped a leash. She sometimes found them under his bed, stiff with dried semen and on these occasions she grew hot between her legs.It was one clammy night about a year after David's death and Marie could not sleep. It was partly the heat but more her need which she knew could not be stilled by her fingers or dildo. She craved a man's body and a man's cock. She rose from her bed and naked as she was walked into her son's room. It was dark but the moonlight coming in the window illuminated the sleeping form on. I got ask to run things by to her. A day off from school for me was a chance to go hunt. I found she would take fish and game at any time. I had shot three rabbits one morning and took them by to her. She ask me in and gave me a hot cup of coffee. She was a sweet woman but pretty large. She stepped in the small laundry room and ask me to help. She could not reach the light bulbs, when i got behind her in the tight room she pushed her ass back on me. She shook it and ask me if I wanted to try. There is no way I am doing that. I'll do the cooking. I'll clean the bathrooms. I'll even wash your underwear, but I'm not doing that," she stated as she finished off the bottle and then set the empty down."Ok, but maybe one day you can help them out with it. You should learn how to skin the animals at least, because once the food I brought with me is gone, it's down to hunting and gathering." Can I put a garden in? I used to have one back home. I love growing vegetables and fruit," Angela.