It went on and on, until finally he started slamming into me with a bruising force, and his regular grunts achieved a fevered pitch. Seconds later, he...gasped loudly, thrust once, twice, three times, and sighed. He was finished.I remember hearing a strange whimpering sound, and then suddenly realizing it was me, as I laid blurry-eyed on a concrete floor in the basement of a house that I would spend the rest of my childhood in. An apprentice. A slave. I also remember not being allowed the luxury. I looked up to her eyes again. I started kissing her, from her thighs to the top of her vagina. Her hands were in my hair as if wanting me to stay there forever. My tongue started playing, alternating pressure on her pussy lips.I started going deeper, taking my time to make her wet. My left hand went back to her boobs, and my right hand started rubbing her clit. She was almost shrieking now, begging me not to stop. Her gentle touch on my hair now was almost pulling towards her pussy.I had a. .. never ... it will forever ... I'll be..." She burst into tears, her arms flailing, her fists hitting Angique. The woman grabbed them. Then she embraced the crying girl, hugging her tightly. She didn't remind Alicia that she'd asked her to agree. She hated being on the defense; it was so far beside the point, wasn't it? She saw it might take a while before Alicia would be able to listen anyway. She kissed the girl's hair, rocking her softly."I love you," she whispered.Minutes later, Alicia. The woman's lust was at a fever pitch and she needed a quick release. She climbed onto the bed, her back resting against the head board and her legs spread open in front of Maria's face.Janet reached down and pulled the rope and pissy panties from her daughter's mouth then slid her crotch into the girl's face."Suck my cunt, whore!" Janet groaned and Maria's face went into the hair-covered treasure that was her mother's womanhood.Maria sucked, licked, lapped and chewed on the older woman's.