"Yes, I mean Nicole," replied Andy with some irritation and added:"You don't have to whisper, the house is empty. No-one uses it but me and Nicole; th... Biafrans live in the huts." Where is she?" That's what I'm worried about," replied Andy and added with a feeling of anxiety, "I'm not sure."Ethan said then:"She's keeping secrets as well?" It's just that she roams about when she's back here; checking up on the people, the ammo, everything. Like some sort of pesky General. The Biafrans got a. They make life so much easier. I pull into the garage and watch the door as it slowly shuts. I sit there and watch the door creep shut half expecting to see cops rush into my drive way sirens roaring and megaphones blaring. There was nothing. This was to easy except for that episode on the road where she moaned and woke up. If she had done that before I put her in her car and drove off from where I had raped her orally. I could have just left her. Her none the wiser. sitting in the car staring. I had "relented," and decided that a cock-slave was something I could live with, as long as it was my cock doing the enslaving.That night, Sissy satisfied youthful curiosity and instinctual lust for the first time, and found the experience to be everything hoped for and more. From that evening onward, as I've already mentioned, I became more than merely comfortable with the unusual situation: I relished it!Since then, I'd tried everything, and exploited each and every one of the teenager's sick. Understand?"Mindy shuddered and uttered another desperate moan. "Yes..." Say it." Say... huh?" Say it. Say what it is I'm making you." A pussy-slut," Mindy said. She smiled dreamily. "I like that. I like how that sounds. Pussy-slut." Frank, please," Jenny begged. "Please listen to your stepmother. Please..."Frank raised an eyebrow.She grabbed her breasts and squeezed, moaning loudly. "Make me your tit-slut. Please..." Of course. Why would I do anything else? Even better... you can get off only.