I didn't know why his father was calling him at such late hour, yet my heartbeat began to quicken."Send Nilu to my room." Father-in-law shouted from b...hind the door. "I need a massage."Stunned, I looked at my husband. He was also staring at me, still motionless.It was a strange request; no, it was not a request; it was an order. My father-in-law was asking my husband to send me to his room. I hadn't any doubt that my husband understood very well what kind of massage his father wanted from. ”“Harold wouldn’t mind at all. Not. At. All.”Now, I was quite sure that she wasn’t wearing a bra and I guessed that she had no panties, either.“Charlotte, the real problem is, there would be too many roosters in that flock. I admit that I’m intrigued and even flattered by your suggestion, but I’m also sure that you would not want to give up your position for me.”“What makes you think that you would have been man enough to take it?”I looked at those piercing eyes for a moment, and then forced. .."Good idea!" they all said at once and I was completely mystified."Make sure you fold the skirt over the hanger," Stacy informed me. "If it gets wrinkled, I'll really spank your faggot ass!" You have to get a complete outfit," Heather continued as I tried to nod at Stacy. "Panties, bra, a skirt and blouse..." Stockings too," Veronica said. "No socks, white boy!" ... Yeah," Heather agreed. "Stockings or nylons, pantyhose or ... whatever, and some heels." Um," I licked my lips. "You want me to. She sniffled, her face still a mess, cheeks tear stained, eyes puffy. “You... absolutely have to discipline her, Justin. The slave's naughty, so she has to be...” Sam blinked. “She gave me commands, too!”“Sorry,” Aurora said, “I just couldn't resist.”“Master?” Miss Daisy shouted, charging towards me, her thighs glistening with my pearly cum. With her ran my other three sex slaves: Petra, Tracy, and Rebecca. Then Paris was released from one of the sewage workers and was racing towards me, too..