Are you?” “You’re certainly direct,” he observed, as he followed me up the stairs. “No point in beating about the bush,” I said. “It’s...a waste of time.” My heels clicked across the hardwood, as I crossed the room to the nightstand and table lamp. The room was bathed in a soft, amber glow when I switched on the small light under the parchment shade. I turned away from Edward as I pulled back the duvet cover, quilt and sheet, which covered the massive bed, in three equal folds. I turned on my. I joined her and we enjoyed washing each other, and sharing some more kisses.We both dressed for work and went out onto the patio to the noise of all the birds in our large open yard. Glenda threw seed out for the birds daily, so we were blessed with their busy chirping and singing. Martin had several birdhouses strategically placed so birds nested around the house as well.Folks began arriving, energized by a good night's sleep. Phil and Judy brought the usual breakfast sandwiches and donuts.. Like I said, we’re at Daddy’s place. Daddy looks after us girls. Don’t worry, we’re all safe. But Daddy has rules about wearing clothes and you’ll have to prove to him that you have become a good girl before he gives you any.”The drug cocktail was starting to have an effect. Kimberly started to calm down and then sat up. At that point, she realized that there were multiple video screens showing horrible things. It looked like these were scenes from the old slave south. Black people in collars. "But I have no whores. They're my concubines. Alexina, ride my cock. I want to feel your ass around my dick." Yes, Master."Hawaa's pussy slammed down as she hissed in rage. He was almost suffocating beneath her spicy fragrance. She growled, reaching out to grasp his cock. Alexina was on the bed, straddling him. Hawaa pushed Kyle's still hard cock down against his stomach so Alexina couldn't fuck him."Let go of my Master's cock, whore," Alexina hissed."You little bitch," snarled Hawaa.Alexnia.