S became impatient.*CRACK*Ashley all but screamed this time, and began sobbing. “…please Mr. S, I don’t want to… don’t make me… please!”...Mr. S lost his temper. “You think that a punishment is something you have a choice in doing? You little slut, you’re doing this, I don’t care if you want to or not!” And with that, he started whipping Ashley’s ass over and over again, causing her to cry out with every crack of his belt.Mr. S slowly stopped whipping Ashley, and leaned over her, making sure to. She's sucking on them only for my thrust forward to pop it out of her mouth.The stimulation she added built and built the pressure at the tip of my cock. It grew how much cum I would dump into Aleah's asshole. I savored it, my shaft aching in my sex slave's anal depths. I plunged hard and fast into her.It was incredible having two sisters as slaves. I enjoyed every moment of plundering Aleah's asshole while Tania played with my balls. She batted my heavy nuts with her tongue like a cat playing. "No he doesn't! I already checked. I even talked him into coming up on Sunday and cooking his famous Filet Mignon for us for dinner." That made mom laugh. "Mmmm! I haven't had those delicious steaks in a long time. And nobody can make them like he can. But I don't know, Tiffany?"I got up from the table and walked around to mom's side. I knelt down next to her. "Mom look at me." Mom turned around in her chair and looked down at me. "We can't go back and pretend that things didn't happen. What. Just then the truck started slowing down and Dad pulled it off the main highway onto a faint track that once was a road. After bumping along on it for a while, we pulled into a large meadow right on the edge of a lake. The grass was above our ankles and the fresh green leaves on the trees surrounding this verdant plain were ample proof that summer was truly here. Dad drove toward a big clump of trees by a small creek and found a long abandoned campground. He found a nice level spot and stopped.