We are the ones who do all the work. We go through the nine months of pregnancy, twelve hours of labor, and eighteen years of parenting, so we, by eve...y right, get to call all the shots, and I don’t fucking care what their bible says or how old it is!“This is not about life and death. This is about human rights. What is the difference between cells from my cheek and a baby? What is the difference between an aborted embryo and a child? It’s the bestowal of human rights. And who bestows rights?. We never thought you should be our slave.”“Yes Mistress,” replied Kathleen.“In fact, we don’t think you should be anyone’s slave. We tried to get you to come to that conclusion on your own. At first, we thought that having us use you would make you give up slavery. Then we thought that sharing you with your brother would shame you out of it. That day with the dogs was another attempt. And we thought that the threat of your father taking you anally would scare you away. But none of that. Once again, I attempted to open my eyes, and found that it was too bright. Seconds later I heard a small click and saw the light fade from behind my eyelids. ‘Is that better, Miss Connelly?’ It was that voice again, sending shivers up my spine as it rumbled into my ears. I opened my eyes hesitantly, and then fully, noting that I was most definitely in a hospital room. I looked over to my side, and sure enough my mother was sitting there, with her brows fixed downwards, the very picture of. Theres the cock I love, she moaned. I leaned in, draping myself across her back as I fucked her and we kissed. Now, make me cum, stud, with your big cock! I fucked my wife hard, sliding a hand up her blouse to her breasts cupped in her bra. I pushed my hands into her bra cups and kneaded her soft tits. Her nipples were hard against my hands and she moaned appreciatively as I played with her sensitive nubs. I was fucking her harder and faster, enjoying her very wet and tight cunt. Oh, Bill,.