There is music playing, but I don’t recognize the tune. And it is warm. I feel you pull me closer and place a kiss on my neck. “Remember, Kitten, ...ou are in control.” I smile at you using your pet name for me as the safe word. I whisper, “Yes, love.”You spin me around and I am facing away from you. I feel your breath on my neck as your arms wrap around me. One hand finds the slit in my dress and the other rests gently on my breast. You stay like that for only a moment and then your hands are. I don’t want them to be driving in such bad weather” I don’t think she suspected anything but I stole a glance at her breasts now and then when she wasn’t looking. Her cleavage was asking to be licked and I had struggled to keep my cock from embarrassing me “I bet you’re hungry .Why don’t you go into the kitchen and see if Jasmine has got made something”, she said I had forgotten completely about the part time maid, Jasmine. Damn! What was I thinking? "Hey Joe, I bet you’re hungry. Here there was some dim light coming from small sconces on the wall and they allowed me to see a very strange sight. It was another naked guy but this one was strapped to the low ceiling of this small room facing up. I don’t think he could see me or even knew I was there. He was making muted pathetic sounds and I saw, unlike the other screaming naked guy who was getting his balls whipped, this one was gagged.I accidentally made a sound and his head spun around and he saw me! He started making. An anchor baby. You just gave her one. You don’t mind if your first baby is Dominican, do you? I made a little plan while we were en route, Master. She was great, wasn’t she? I’d love to make her the latest addition to the group, if you have room for one more,” Brit pointed to her very happy friend, a cutie who had the skin tone of a Dominican, with strong hints of both mestizo and African origins.“Anastassia, I think that it’s safe to say that you’ve got a place in my harem, if you’re willing.