I got hard instantly despite the morning wood.My mind had made up a scenario where both Mrs Patel and Miss Jenna was with me in the shower. I slowly s...roked my dick while imaginary Miss Jenna came and hugged me from behind, her dick wedged in between my soft ass cheeks. She kissed me right behind my ears and all the way down my neck, her dick throbbing near my ass.Mrs Patel was standing under the shower handle, water trickling down her tanned body. She approached me and held my dick on her. I take the head into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it and tasting his pre-cum for the first time. “Mmmm…salty and sweet. My favorite,” I say, licking my lips before diving in for more. I work my way up and down his fat, hard cock, letting my hands take over when his length is too much for me. Taylor moans “fuck yeah” periodically but otherwise he seems at a loss for words. I would love to taste his juicy come, but I have to have his cock inside me. I climb into the truck, straddling his. " I was taken aback by that. Of all the Society's captain, I disliked Assad the least. He was the one I though had the fewest excessively disgusting habits. Now I was learning differently. I was into making a slavegirl lactate and milk her, but not to lop off her limbs and keep her penned up in a stall for the rest of her life. That was monstrous. That was literally treating slaves as chattel. "What the fuck?!" I said. "That's horrible, inhuman!" I could feel my disgust with. Stan slid his arm around my shoulders as he continued to drivewith one hand. My head rested on his shoulder and in a few minutes Ifell into a deep sleep. I slept most of the way to the city. In fact I awoke as Stan pulled thecar into a restaurant parking lot just before we would have crossed theWashington Bridge on our way into the city. "I thought we would stop for dinner before going into the city," Stantold me as he pulled the car into a parking space. "I don't have much atthe apartment to.