Her grasp tightened on my ass, and she yanked my body closer to her head, forcing my grateful dick down her throat.I doubt that life could get any bet...er than this, I thought. I looked down at Beth’s pretty face in my hands, choking and gagging on my thrusting cock, but never giving up on her mission to swallow me whole. Meanwhile, I saw Beth’s ass jump up a little in response to her sister jamming two of her wicked fingers right up her willing brown love hole, while she continued to fuck her. 12. The slave will address the Master/ Mistress not by their first name, but by the title preferred by that dominant.In public/ At home with others present: 1. A slave will receive visitors at the door with whatever clothing the Master or Mistress commanded. 2. A slave will greet visitors in whatever way the Master/ Mistress commands - this may include just taking coats and putting them away, kissing the hand of the guest or kneeling in front of them. 3. A slave will not refer to anyone. But we'll be in the bedroom if you should need us."April kissed Julie again as she walked past the bed. She moved into the bedroom and Rich followed her quickly.They closed the door and Julie began to laugh.Julie reached down and started stroking my cock. Despite my exhaustion, my prick was beginning to get hard again just from me seeing April. To make it worse, I could hear her giggling in the other room, and hear the bed springs creaking already.My prick was getting very hard. Julie was quite. Sharon was grinning when we entered. “Here’s the newlyweds! Would you help us organize some supper?”I nodded. Misty said, “Yes, Sharon. Lead us into the kitchen. However, I know where the most important room is located now.”Sharon grinned. “At least now, I won’t be able to hear every little noise.” We blushed and she laughed with Emma.They led us into the kitchen and we prepared a light meal for supper. We turned the TV on and tuned to The Weather Channel for their latest forecast for our area.