Merie watched as her Master made the girl kneel before him. This was an error that could not be forgiven in his eyes, with a simple pat on the bottom ...hich was evidenced in the way the slave’s ass was red. Merie tried to swallow down the feeling that she herself was in trouble as she watched her Master lean forward and take the girl’s hand. Bit into her bottom lip as she was wont to do when nervous, as Master tugged off what little clothing the slave was allowed to have and ordered her to clean. She had not missed one beat and she continued to fuck her harder and faster, knowing that their orgasms were only moments away now. Barocca groaned with heightened excitement and pleasure as she and Rhiannon continued to fuck each other, harder and faster with each passing second. "Oh, Rhiannon, my pussy's squeezing your prick so hard now," panted Barocca. "It feels like my pussy's trying to tug your cock right off of you..." Barocca felt Rhiannon's prick growing even thicker and harder. I stretched and stifled a yawn. “Better. A shower would help.” Then I realized that all three of them were staring. I had uncovered myself with the stretch. Not looking at any of them in particular, I relaxed with the towel in front of me again.Vixen looked amused. “Sure,” she said, stepping into the bathroom. I almost ended up sitting on the toilet to stay out of her way. She didn’t seem to have a problem touching me as she reached in and turned on the shower. She looked down at the towel I. “That’s what I thought,” she stated. I sighed.“At some point, I am going to have to embrace this when I am alone,” I cautioned her. My two angles couldn’t be with me everyday. And they had let me know that they could not be with me forever. At some point, I was going to have to deal with the holidays alone.“I don’t like that idea,” she informed me. I couldn’t help it, I let out a choking laugh.“There is much in the truth that we find we don’t like,” I stated, another thing my father would.