In fact I won’t even wait until morning.’ I left her to her thoughts and went to visit the next person on my list, Felicity’s father Jonathan Ja...ieson. Now this man had presence. He was one of those men described as ‘larger than life’ by those in the business of placing labels on people. He came from a line of wealth stretching back several generations to the slave traders, and with that lineage came power that he wielded with great authority. I was ushered into a room that was lined from wall. I’m continually reborn every time I die. What did you think that meant when I told you?”Macario didn’t answer. He was holding his phoenix too tightly, not wanting her to see his tears as they flowed down his face. After a few moments, he regained control of his emotions. He was grateful that some part of her would always be reborn and live on. From his perspective, she was immortal and he’d always have her. But from hers?...He decided that it would be best if he didn’t think about that too. Our bathtub is big. Big enough that my Mom didn't like to use it very often because she thought it wasted water. It had two "seats" in it that faced each other. I settled into my seat and let the hot water seap into my skin. Aunt Jenny's breasts floated enticingly just a few feet away. Her legs and mine were touching, slickly rubbing together in the hot water. She purred and began to play with one of her nipples, making circles with her fingers beneath the water. She'd dropped some kind of. Slowly, she begins rocking back and forth, her cock sliding out and in my ass.The pain from my stretched ass begins to subside, and I begin enjoying the filling feel of the strap-on up my ass. Marcie begins pumping faster. I hear her moan in pleasure, and I do the same.“Does my slave enjoying being my man-cunt?” she teases.“Yes, Mistress. I love the feeling of that dick in my ass,” I reply.My mistress grabs my hips tighter and quickens her pace. I can't help but rock back and for with her. I.