Applyinga gob of saliva to his fingers, Gareth jabbed roughly at the slave's anus,jamming two fingers in past the knuckles. Natalie had told him to be...as roughas possible with her slaves, and as long as he was getting to fuck, he didn'tcomplain. Abusing the slaves didn't do as much for him as it did for hisfriend, but nor did he particularly care if he damaged them a little (or a lot)during a session. They were just her fuckmeat anyway, and he barely consideredthem as human. Yankingout his. I had some of the biggest tits for a futa in our in my class. Lush and bountiful. It felt weird not wearing a bra. A line of pussy juices dribbled down my thighs as we left Coach Musil's office. I shuddered, the scent of my spicy musk mixing with Krysten's sweet cream. My nipples ached atop my breasts.“Why won't you do it?” my sister asked, still stroking me. I was escorting her to her class, just to be sure she didn't get held up by any horny futas how might be in the halls. It was PE for me. I chose a cafe near a park. After an initial moment of awkwardness, things clicked between us, just like they had online and on the phone. We took a long walk on a secluded trail by the lake at sunset. Everything had the feel of a first date. We flirted openly but didn’t push things too far. When we sat together on a bench, Jennifer moved close to me. We touched hands. I put an arm around her. It felt natural. I wanted more, but I also didn’t want to push her away. We didn’t kiss for the. Her attitude was all from her American father. Strong willed, head strong and fiercely individualistic. She was used to getting her way, every time, all the time. She wore a pair of black leather high cut, bikini style bottoms. Her small breasts were covered with a black leather halter exposing her toned midriff. A black leather cape adorned her slim shoulders. She stepped forward towards the kneeling female figure in front of her feet. The figure's head was encased by a black leather.