Hello? Is anyone home?, I loudly asked. As I walked down the hallway, I heard a muffled scream come from one of the bedrooms. Sensing trouble, I shove... the door open and rushed inside to help. The sight that met my eyes was absolutely mind blowing. Sandy's daughter Hannah was laying on her bed with her long luscious legs wide open, furiously fucking her sweet young blonde pink pussy with a humming dildo and squeezing her perky puffy nipples tits moaning loudly. She looked up at me with a. She ducked her head, trapping my dick in her mouth for a languorous suck. Then she smiled at me. "That thing is made for me to suck on, Alan."I returned the favor, kissing her lips, her tits, and then tonguing her sweet pussy. Moisture was flowing when I entered her and those muscular legs wrapped around me, pulling me in. In a matter of minutes we were wrapped in each other's arms, shuddering to orgasm. This time when I finally pulled out, I was kneeling in the bed and she was lying before. The fish can ONLY be wild caught, not farm raised (which had me hunting all over the beaches for a local fish market). And his coffee? Freshly roasted and brewed each morning with 10 packs of sugar, NO cream or milk. As far as vegetables go, 100% fresh from a local or organic farmer, rinsed off and steamed perfectly tender, then stewed. In the beginning, I had a difficult time catering to his unique tastes. I honestly did not think that men cared how the food was prepared as long as it was. Her screams of joy crashed through the wall tied tightly between her lips. The room was spinning as she threw her head back and looked up. In the dream like image above she saw a slave, bound and gagged, under complete control of her master. He was rewarding her virginity with the most sinful pleasure. He too was in a spinning room, his body tight and shone with sweat. All his essence was entering and leaving her. Finally, with a yell of triumph, he shot into her deepest regions, his juice.