Illiana ... go make us some sandwiches so Ilse and I can decide what we will plan for you two."We went back to the kitchen to do what Nathalie asked f...om us."Illiana, did you know that my sister had something planned for today or is this all just happening on a whim?" I asked. Because it all seemed too perfectly thought out to me."No, I think it's all happening as we go along. Ilse hasn't talked to me about anything and with the game we played, to decide who had to be slave and who had to be. There was never anything between Jean and myself and never any intention of anything ever happening. As a matter of fact I was faithful to Ray since meeting him. And I had many offers and occasions especially at these company functions when I had to go alone because Ray refused to accompany me and mix it up with snobs, as he called them. As he said, a department head was retiring. Jean was to take over his department and I was to take over Jean’s. It was a promotion and a bigger department. “Lick my cunt, fuck my cunt, your tongue is magic, fuck my cunt,” Mary keeps repeating as I manage to slip a pillow under her ass.“My turn to do this to another man, a really hung one soon baby,” I manage to mutter as Roger increases the tempo of his thrusting as he slides and uses his full eight-inches in and out of me. “So good, so good, your tongue really is magic Sarah, I must have cum five times, and I am cumming again,” Mary moans.“I am getting close baby, very close,” Roger whispers as. No one really bothered to correct their dresses as they wanted to somehow reach home fast. My uncle was loved by everyone and no one really thought of him as a molester. My uncle had run his fingers and slowly tickling me on my back which was putting me to sleep. I was happy that I was on his lap. My uncle was now eyeing my back. It was just a thread and yanked it open. I had no bra. He slowly massaged my back and true he had magic in his fingers. He ran his fingers on my back and belly at.