“In that case, Amelia, if you would lube for me please.”Amelia stepped forward and uncapped an extra-large bottle of anal lube. She squeezed a gia...t dollop just above Abi’s swollen clit and then another dollop dead centre of her pucker.I watched as Amelia’s long, strong fingers gently stroked around Abi’s pussy, working the lube into every fold and crevice.Abi was soon reduced to a twitching writhing mess and begging for release and we hadn’t yet got to the main event.Fran had taken to gently. “I am always horny for you, Master,” she cooed.I was horny as well; listening to her moans and cries for 30 minutes had me rock hard.Fuck it, she was mine to use. She had admitted that to me.I just dropped my sweatpants and stepped up to her and straddled her legs.“Mine,” I growled as I grabbed her throat again.“Oh yes, yours,” she moaned, “all yours, only yours.”I penetrated her as best I could. It was hard to line everything up while straddling her legs. But I did it. Fuck, she was so. Finally she stood up and tottered over to the dresser and sprayed aliberal amount of 'Poison' cologne on her neck and d?colletage; shereached down under her skirt and sprayed her thighs as well; she giggledagain and had to compose herself once more so that she would not breakdown. She had to convince this revolting man that she was his compliantplaything until she could make her move and escape. Michele took a deepbreath and opened the bedroom door; she was ready!The Predator was impressed when. I’ll leave you to unpack and settle in.I hear noises in the hallway. Rachel enters the room.Rachel: Is this him, mother?Mom: Yes, dear, this is Aafi. Where are your manners?Rachel: Oh, right. Hi, I’m Rachel!Woah. Rachel has grown. She looks very nice! Mom and dad’s marriage might not have been successful, but their mix of genes certainly was.She is 19 and two years younger than me. She’s a redhead with a pretty face and a petite curvy body with perfect small breasts. I leaned in and kissed her.