Then I was tired as hell. I relaxed and took a minute to feel my body. I felt like a giant rock was stuck in my rectum. I couldn’t feel the cathete... thank God, but I was beginning to feel aroused again at the sucking device.That afernoon I came about 7 times. They had to change the jar three times. I heard one of the men say I was a gold mine. But I was getting desperate for rest, I didn’t have it in me to cum another time.Jason approached and asked me if I was tired. I nodded. -I know baby. I am a pretty girl." Slave headphones make me pretty. Slave headphones make me good. Slaveheadphones make me obey." I like Slave headphones. I obey. I will be a good girl. Good girls liketo wear Slave headphones." Slave headphones are very pretty. I will be a pretty girl and wear themas much as I can." Slaves wear Slave headphones. I want to be a Slave. I want to obey. Iam a good girl." I am a good Slave. Obedience is good. Obedience is pretty. Obedience iseverything." I obey. I will always. “Very good, as it happens. How does it feel to be married to a Romany warlock who happens to be your nephew ... and the most powerful man in the world?” I teased her back before slipping her some tongue.“Wonderful, of course!” Aunt Tessa assured me, “excuse me, let me take the little ones back to the nursery for their feeding. Aunt Apolline insists that it’s her turn to nurse them, since Aunt Gail got the last turn. I do love how my sister-wives fight over the privilege of breast-feeding our. As I looked hard at her it came back to me. As I remembered she had flowing long red hair. I also remembered the boyish “crush” I had on her many years earlier. Though it had been about 20 yrs or more since I saw her last. Those same feelings came back like they never left. There I was a 37 year old man alone with my ex-friend’s mother who must of be close to 55.About one hour after I got home from work the phone rang. Looking at the caller ID it was a strange number. Expecting it to be a.