“A slave has come into the kitchen saying that he belongs to you. He wants supper. Should we feed him?”“Yes, his name is Janos, and I am respons...ble for him. Please see that he gets a good meal of the same quality as you serve here in the dining room. That is what I am paying for.”“Yes, Mistress, I will do that.” The woman left and supper was brought in only a couple of minutes later. It was a section of pork ribs with an added stew of various vegetables. It was very good, and the slave master. "Helen hasbeen a bit offish about it, and the children still haven't got over theidea of gay kissing." Oh," said Sally. "Mom has been a bit stubborn at times. But as for thechildren, they'll come round. Let it be you who teaches them abouthomosexuality and not society."Soon, the time the girls to go home arrived and Sandra and Jessica saidgoodbye to each of them as they left. They became a bit suspicious whenJulia came into the house and sat in the living room.* * *"Kelly, I'm letting you stop. D’s tongue was on my clit and I loved it.We changed positions so that Karen and I were now facing each other. Karen was still riding Mr. D. but now I was playing with her tits and she got to enjoy the double sensation. Mr. D. was alternating between using his fingers to finger fuck me and using his mouth to lick my pussy. I was enjoying grabbing Karen’s perky breasts and squeezing as she bounced on Mr. D. Mr. D started to focus on my clit with both his fingers and mouth. He started to finger. It was how he managed to get me into the handcuffs in the first place. My mouth was invaded first by him, but I could tell that that one cock was not all I was to have to eat tonight. After he finished down my throat, filling me to overflowing, he told me he was not done with his slut. He turned around and pushed his ass back into my face. It was not just pushed back at me, but to the point that I was held against the wall by his ass and could not breathe unless he allowed me to and that was.