I loved to lick her hot clit and make her squirm with delight. She liked to slide her hot body over mine, letting me feel all her curves. She loved to...rub oil and lotion on us and get me so hot as she kissed my entire body. We were our own private sex toys to each other. She liked to roll me over on her, lock her legs around me as we let my cock find its way in to her sexy pussy. She knew just how to fuck me and work up to panting, squirming, fucking animals. She liked for me to grab her tight. “She loves it,” Mary said. “Your little fucking cum-slut whore loves it when her dirty fucking whore-master fucks her.Slowly he built her tension as he explained what he wanted to do with her and how he was going to use her anywhere and everywhere. She knew he meant it. They had fucked all over the town and countryside around the area. Nearly been caught a dozen times but had always managed to get away with it.And now she felt her orgasm rising.“Ohhh, Fuck, Michael!” she cried. “Ohhhh yes!. ”“That sounds good. Thank you.”“No, thank you Natalie. Now please make sure you catch your mother’s show and Sasha’s this afternoon. I think you will find them very interesting.”“It’s not like I have much choice,” she says pointing to the TV.“I know, but I want you to pay special attention. It is important.”The man leaves and comes back with a food bowl, a water bowl, and a litter box big enough for the dog to use. Then he brings in a bag of food.The Controller closes the door leaving Duke and. Douglas, you ought to take that back. If anybody looks fat, it's you in that peignoir." "Peign--??" And he looked down at what he had on. "How could I forget I was wearing this foolish thing!! And silk nightgown, too!" "That is foolish. The men of Hooterville sleep in their nightshifts." "You mean nightshirts!" Mr. Douglas said, holding up the battered suit up in front of himself. "Mr. Douglas, I don't know how they do things in the big city, but here in the rural heartland of America, real men.