Then after 2 min she said yes. Then I kissed her again and this time she is also responding. Then I kissed her neck wildly then I removed her clothes ...nd mine too. Then I kissed her boobs and sucked her nipple wildly then I kissed her tummy then kissed her pussy put her legs on my shoulder and licking her pussy like a dog and she pressed my head down hardly and moaning aaahhh ummm hmmmm baby don’t stop don’t stop please.Then I bite on her pussy softly and asked her to suck my dick. Then she sit. She wrapped her legs around my hips and I lowered her cunt to my cock. I had my hands on her ass now so I could position her on me. At last the tip of my prick felt the slippery entrance to my father's wife.She gasped and kissed me on the lips as I slowly lowered her cunt onto my shaft. When it was all the way inside she asked me to just let her get used to the size. She asked, "Why do you and your wife not have c***dren yet my son?" I told her it wasn't in Pamela's mind to be a mother for a. Consensual?" Sheila and Janeburst into laughter as they started down the stairs towardsthe slave pens in the basement.Both the stairs and the slave pens were dark-lit byflickering red lights that cast eerie, almost frighteningshadows against the black-painted chamber walls. There wasan 'ambiance' about the place that successfully put eventhe newest slaves in what the two slave-mistressesconsidered to be the 'right frame of mind'.Jane's experienced eyes swept the cages, taking in everynuance,. ”“Yeah, but that’s not all you paint and I’m not quite ready to get naked with you.”“Don’t worry, Penny. I would never pressure you into doing something like that. I have lots of models.”“Hey. Don’t write it off. I said ‘yet.’”It was exciting to finally be painting the frescoes. It wasn’t fast. I was still drawing and writing the stories. Each time I finished a painting, Andy would ask me to tell the story. I was becoming more comfortable with the storytelling. There was a difference between.