He'd paid for her, and that meant he owned her. Molly's head started to swim as the idea burrowed deep into her consciousness - he owned her. Bubba ow...ed her. She didn't question how she knew his name ... she just knew that he owned her tits and her legs and her pussy and above all, he owned her massive, bouncy, heart-shaped ass.John watched in shock as Bubba's fingers, covered in a combination of his own saliva and Molly's juices, slowly entered her ass and retrieved her anal toy. It must have. Their bodiesfelt so new. Skin tone in complete balance. Not a mark, not a crease. Entirelyand absolutely perfect. We're sensual beings. We love that.Then there was this moment in which I was lying on my backand all of their hands were exploring my raging hard-on. My cock was lost inthis consuming mound of six of the prettiest hands ever. They acted like theanimals they always tried to hide. Then their warm and wet mouths weresuctioned on my cock, lips and tongues in a thousand overlapping paths. My father noticed, but didn't comment on it. From the time he came over, all through dinner, until when he left, I said nothing to Bill, and he did the same with me. It was strained and uncomfortable for both of us. At the table, my father launched into his fast Hungarian, talking with my mom. When they spoke quickly like they were, there was no way that either Kate or I could understand them. They went back and forth for about three minutes, my father getting more excited with each exchange.. She held out her hand, and Jason took it and helped her to her feet. ‘Come on,’ Dani said. ‘Let’s go say goodbye to Sean.’ * * * Sean was allowed to go home with them that night. He didn’t stop crying until they were home. Anna started crying when they got home, because her playtime with Allie had been cut short. ‘We could have stayed longer!’ Anna insisted. ‘Anna, Sean was crying,’ Dani said. ‘Daddy and I wanted to get home so we could try to calm him down.’ ‘He’s not crying now,’ Anna pointed.