When he’d caught his breath, he said, “So, you’re going to live here, go to classes and pretend you’re Jason?”“That’s the idea.”“And...you want to keep having sex, every day?”“More than once a day, I hope.”“I can’t do it ten times in a row, you know. Have to rest.”“Oh, I was hoping that maybe a few other guys might be willing too.”“Oh,” said Bill, sounding a bit disappointed. “I guess that makes sense. You’re not going to just be my girlfriend -- though I’d like that a lot.”“I could do a lot. They knew he would get her warmed up. He embraced her. Actually he squeezed her naked body against his. Dad gave my slave mom a deep mouth kiss. She screamed with delight. Sex slaves can openly proclaim their sexual enjoyment. My slave mom turned to me."Play with your mother's tits" my father ordered. I lifted her breasts and figured her nipples. Then licked her nipples. I never did this to my mother. However as a sex slave, she was available for my enjoyment. That is if her owner allows this. It was virtually the same as every other day though sometimes the number of c***dren changed. Dressing I went down to the kitchen and looked at the meal request sheet. I had just over an hour so put out the toast, the cereal and milk then started the sausage, bacon and other stuff with just the eggs to cook, when they came to the table. As everything was ready with the exception of the eggs, I quickly started the shepherds pie and topped with cheese then covered it with cling film and placed it. It was a four story overbasement early Victorian house, originally built as a town house forsome landed gentry. It had been sold and converted into flats after thewar when the nobility discovered they could no longer afford the upkeepof several houses.It was quite a spacious apartment with two bedrooms, lobby, a bigliving/dining room with kitchen off and a large bathroom. I used thesecond, smaller bedroom as an office/den and set up my computers on theantique desk I'd shipped in with the rest.