It looks as if you've had it in the bottom too," she stated, "It's very red around your ring. That's to be expected I suppose," she went on, " Zamarab...an's are known for liking arse fucks." I told her about my training. "They've taken your pubic hair too. Is it permanent like the other slaves?" Yes, it is supposed to be. Are you thinking about having yours done? Or Ken's? It's nice when men tongue you without all the hair in the way and they seem to like it better." I knew I was making. It was almost surreal how the thick water-like cum spewed out of her just as soon as I had said those words. Her cum soaked my genitalia and the blankets we had under us. And this time, she was not quiet. She squealed out in delight as the warm fluid came out of her body. Looking over towards the bed, my gaze was met with both Brittany and Jeff lying side-by-side staring at us, smiling. Quickly I removed myself from Sammy and pulled a blanket over us as I lay next to her. We were both out. “Tie him up on the coffee table” she said, barely whispering. I tied him up and watched Tyson and Monica enjoying each other. Monica squealed as she came and Tyson lapped up her juices.“I can’t wait any longer” she declared. “Tyson stop” she commanded and he sat back. She quickly knelt down with her body resting on the couch. “Tyson mount” she yelled. Immediately he rose up and mounted her as ordered. She reached between her legs and guided his growing cock to her pussy. He felt her warm and. I kissed her lovingly, wrapping my arms around her. She gave in, letting her crotch mash against mine, making us both gasp at the contact. Her smooth skin was flawless; her flesh, while not porky, was cushiony not bony. I imitated her earlier motions with my hands as we kissed very deeply. Our passion grew, and I felt her wetness below. This brought on a surge of lust, making my tool suddenly attempting to standup. Feeling this pressure against her crotch, she spread her legs apart, rewarding.