“It really is quite remarkable. To them, owning slaves is perfectly natural.”“That’s hard to believe in this day and age,” commented Ann.�...I thought so too,” agreed Alan. “But you have seen the evidence. That beautiful girl upstairs is a wife and a mother. And she is a slave who has been given to us for the night.”“Oh!” exclaimed Alan before his wife could comment. “And they aren’t alone, apparently. They host parties for like-minded people who bring their own slaves. It’s quite. She stripped off her night gown and laid back on the bed and spread her legs. Sliding a hand down to her shaved pussy, she found herself to be soaked. She began to lightly rub her fingers up and down her wet slit, soaking them with her juices and then started to rub her clit, her hips bucking up and a louder moan escaping. She bit her lip to keep quiet and slowly slid a finger inside to massage and pump, as her hips began to grind... Mandy was coming back up the hallway from the kitchen when. After Chris told Melissa about the blackmail, not wanting to have their relationship exposed and jeopardizing her marriage with her husband, she agrees to Johnny’s request to let him fuck her in her marital bed while her husband is at work. But since Melissa wants to have a baby with her son, she doesn’t want another man’s sperm in her pussy, so her only condition for Johnny is for him to have a condom on while he is banging her. A week passed after being in bed with Johnny, thinking that her. Abby still had that blank expression, yet it was extremely seductive. It was the "fuck me" look like the girl on "Survivor." "But you are not old enough to drink." "Not legally, but I drink with friends." "Okay, you are with a friend. We'll have martinis. Have your ever had a martini?" "Only once, at my folks' anniversary party. It's strong, isn't it?" "A little. I'll add an ice cube." While they sipped their cocktail, Abby removed her blouse. "Help me out of my bra, Mr. Chaudhary." He unhooked.