It was about a foot and a half long and wrapped in leather. Emma took it from Jess and ran her fingers over it. As with most of our toys, it was hands...mely made.Turning it over, Emma laughed out loud as she saw the opposite side. Imprinted in the leather was the word “SLUT”, mirror imaged. When it struck the skin, it would leave the word momentarily etched into my (or, occasionally, Jess’) ass cheek.“I love it!” Emma said, admiring it.“Thank you, Mistress. It gets the job done, I assure you,”. The children that came with them were now 13 years old, and some of the girls were already using tampons. Like all teenagers, the boys were masturbating at every opportunity and staring at the nude females. We didn't expect any problems, but there was going to be a lot of mating going on over the next few years.The babies kept coming along at a steady rate, though birthdays were now concentrated during the monsoon season, since that was the most convenient time. The only birth control we had. There was another party we went to that year; I was a little tamer for that one. It was mostly friends of Jacks’ and I wanted to make a little bit of an impression. It would also be the first time we’d be seen together by them. It was nice then turned a little ugly at a point.My dress was very, very tame for that one (and I could wear a little mask). Since it was costume or casual, I went ‘nice casual’. Short white chemise over a white bra (no padding this time, just me) a long-sleeved blouse,. I’m just not sure what to do.” I assured her as my cock was springing to life. She turned off the water and told me to lay down. I did as I was told as she stood over my waist. She then spread her pussy and began pissing. She missed me altogether at first but was able to get her stream under control as she reached my face and mouth. Her piss didn’t taste nearly as bad as I thought it would. As her stream began to weaken she trailed down my body with her warm piss. Ending with a trickle on my.