"Well your butt needs flossing..." I trailed off, my jibe lackingmotivation behind it."Maybe they've sent you some?" Holly mused, flashing me a devili...h grinas she reached into the box and upended another bag. My eyes hastilysnapped down to assess the damage - but these actually looked a bitbetter. Well - they were still apparently girls' panties, but at leastthere seemed to be more material to them. They looked a bit like briefs."Oh, you've got some boyshorts too," Holly commented,. I might eventually sell him anyway. But if he was a very good boy, I would feel safe selling him within the country, to someone who would treat him reasonably well. I didn't even rule out setting him free, and not sending videos to his father. But he would have to convince me that he deserved to be turned loose on the world, once again.I have to say, this part always excited me. If he came back, I would truly own him. They usually did, but one never knew. I would know at 4:00pm, if not. So, I just twirled her around, using her ass as the pivot and dragged her over to the door, where I could stand on the kitchen floor, reach out and pick her up. I was getting an eyeful of what I'd jacked off to hundreds of times. Mom's gorgeous breasts jiggling and her flat, hard stomach with a trail of hair from her belly button down to her furry pubic mound. Her pussy lips were hidden inside that soaking wet mop.Her hair was wet, her skin was very cold and she had stopped shivering. Her lips. ‘Besides red hair and a face like angel, what else do you know about the princess.’ I was egging him on, but I could not resist. I loved the way he viewed things. It was refreshing. ‘I heard the prince took one look and fell in love.’ The lad was using his hands to emphasize his speech. ‘She is so sweet you can taste honey when she walks by. There are rumors the prince had to challenge suitors for her hand. She empowered him so greatly, they fell before him like chopping wheat.’ ‘The prince.