I nodded, as if just considering it myself. “Yeah… yeah, I did…. Turned me on a bit, to be honest. Sick bastard, ain’t I?” and I grinned rig...t back at him.He shook his head. “Not really. Most men enjoy being rough with a woman, which is why there’s so much money in this business. Most countries nowadays don’t allow it… so men who can afford it and want it buy slaves that they can keep locked away and secret, and that’s where we come in.” He leaned towards me. “I need a groom, someone to take. This lady ate pussy better than any guy I had been with. I never wanted her to stop. Next she told me "I am going to tongue fuck your wet hot cunt and you will scream and beg for more." I then felt her teeth grab my clit before a tongue went into my cunt hole. She pushed the tongue in deep and tongue fucked me and slurped all the cum I pumped on her tongue. She was right. I began screaming and begging for more and harder and harder.She had my pussy on fire and I had never cum so many times.. I’m almost there!”My little sister popped her mouth off my cock. Her hand fisted up and down my hard dick, stroking my shaft. She pressed her cheek tight against Mom’s. She stared up at me with the same shade of blue eyes.“Jizz on our faces, bro!” Maria moaned. “Just coat us in cum! We want it. Mom and I are both sluts for your spunk.”“Yes!” I groaned, my dick throbbing. “Just keep stroking it. Keep playing with my balls.”“Ooh, yes, balls heavy with all that cum,” Mom moaned. Her tongue flicked. "Give me two days," I said. "I have to find things out."Breakfast was satisfying. One reason that I only did a special breakfast once per week was sensory overload. One magnificent breakfast per week, and a corresponding dinner, was a treat. If every meal were special, then special would become routine—much like all the nude bodies in Paxlyn Domain were routine. Besides, there was a lot of work involved. When I prepared breakfasts or lunches or even dinners the rest of the week I would prepare.