Oh, yes. Cindys mentioned you a few times, but I didnt realize she was having anyone over… Cindy! she called. Uhm, Mrs. Paris, she didnt really invi...e me. I was out biking and just thought Id stop by, I told her. Oh. I didnt realize you lived in the neighborhood, she smiled. Uh, Im not quite in the neighborhood… but Im pretty close. Then Cindy appeared in the doorway next to her Mom. Oh! Zach! … Did you bike all the way here? she asked. Uh… I started as the widest grin appeared on Mrs. Paris. My cock was rock hard as i watched it.He was talking to them one second and the door opened the next. It was awkward to see exactly what was happening but from what i could make out he appeared to be being wanked by her. His body was still outside the car but he had leant in cock first and i caught glimpses of her hand masturbating his cock and cupping his balls.He was talking to them as she went faster then he went rigid for a second or two. He moved back and i could see his cock was. The pain was getting extremely intense, and I couldn't help but cry out, but still I didn't want Daddy to stop, and Daddy had no intention of stopping.Suddenly I felt my hole stretch, and then close again slightly, his giant mushroom head was now inside me, it hurt like hell, but also felt so good knowing that my Daddy was finally inside me, right where he belonged, and I was right where I belonged. He told me to breathe slowly and deeply, and relax. I started taking long deep breaths, and. " But you're still a slave," Logan pointed out."Yes, but I doubt you will treat me anything like I can expect if I return," Zena said."Alright, what are your skills? What training have you had?" Logan asked once he finally realised that there was nothing he could do. Zena allowed herself a small smile while behind Logan, Ayla had a big grin."I have received extensive training as a personal groomer, clothing designer as well as in political matters. I have also had large amounts of weapons and.