“Would you like a drink?” She nodded to wards her two captives. “Normally I’d get one of them to serve but that would mean untying an awful lo... of knots if you don’t mind...”Amused by June’s matter-of-fact approach to the problems of hospitality while keeping slaves, Allison smiled as she agreed. “I’d love one but don’t disturb your guests on account of me. I’m sure they earned their unfortunate situation. Some tea would be good if that’s possible.”June stepped across the two slaves, narrowly. They saw that I noticed them as they briefly stopped jerking off but no more than 2 seconds later they started pleasuring them selves while looking at my wife's beautiful ass.I pull Jane up to kiss her lips, now covered with my precum and smelling of my cock, I put my finger then two in her her wet pussy and bring her to another climax, I kissed her cheek Turing her head to the window, hoping she'd see the boys loving the show. I felt her freeze for the briefest of moments then tense up and. I was doing what I had to do; but it was the saddest moment of my life. She turned and walked away. I saw her get into a car across the lot. It was Alan Whitley's car. Six months later it was all over. The day after I got the final papers, I got seriously smashed. **** I was sittin' at my usual place at Tribes when Ben came in. He took a seat beside me. "Buy me a drink," he said, "I'll tell you your fortune." "That oughta be a worth a beer or two," I said. "Do I get to die? I wanna die." . She was wet ,but not wet from someone else's cum like Debbie would be. Sandy also wasn’t forcing me to lick her like Debbie would do ,she was just rocking slowly against my tongue. I do have to say that the way Sandy has sex with me is relaxing . There is no rush to get me to fuck her and cum.It is filled with praise on how well I am making her feel,and soft moans.Like now as I am carefully licking between the lips of her pussy .She is just moaning softly with sudden deep breath and a giggle..