Forgotten all the warnings; all that had already gone before. “Can’t I” said Madame Vesta. Her hard, Ukrainian features were momentarily creased...by a smile. A cruel smile. “Get back on your knees, slave!” “I ... I am not a SLAVE!” shrieked Isabel. “It’s ridiculous ... I’m not ... I’m NOT! AND I NEVER WILL BE!” “I’ve warned you about these tantrums before, slave...” Isabel took a step forward, “Listen,” she said hoarsely. “Stop all ... all this nonsense now, NOW, I say! Just let go ... and I’ll. "The kids are gone, so let's see if it worked."Kathy was like a kid at Christmas as she slid her mouth up and down Jim's rock hard cock, as it not only was rigid as never before, it also seemed thicker and a bit longer. She took her mouth off of his cock and noticed that it stood straight up and quickly straddled Jim and took it deep into her anxious cunt.Kathy rode Jim's cock while grinding her clit against his pubic bone and pinching and twisting her nipples. Jim began thrusting up inside. . can I keep it with me?" I definitely felt out of place here!"Of course, mademoiselle." He took the shawl from me, expertly folded it and draped it over the back of my chair. Then he lit the candle at the center of our table.Mark was clearly enjoying himself - 'At my expense?' I wondered. "Just relax, Sandra," he smiled. "Remember, we're the customers - they're here to look after us." I'll try." But I couldn't help noticing what he called me. 'He must have heard Mom say that name,' I thought.. Jess wasn’t just my stepsister and my lover. She was also my butt-slut, my cum whore, and my personal plaything. She made that abundantly clear to me by now. My sister was my slut, plain and simple. Every part of her was mine and we both knew it. Hell, I also loved her for it.“Baby, you know that I love you ... and right now, I love you several inches deep!” I told Jess as I smacked her booty playfully a few times.As for Mom and Darcy, they were both a bit preoccupied, to put it mildly, what.