Words, directly inside her mind, clearer than any thought she ever had. Like the forced focus on a textbook definition you have to learn for a test co...bined with the clarity of a good idea. Words that rang true, resonated throughout her senses......But were way too alien to fool anybody. Heather shook her head and easily regained control. She sure as hell didn't feel like a slave. If anything, she had greater clarity now. There was no longer any doubt what was happening."I...I am NOT a slave!!". As her nipples got hard, I started circling my tongue around her areola without touching them. As the limits crossed, she cried “Oh baby, I can’t take it anymore. Please go for them”. I then softly started sucking her nipple with my fingers playing with the other one. After some time I shifted to other one and kept sucking her nipples for about half an hour. The satisfaction could be clearly seen on her face and in her eyes.She then grabbed my belt and started removing it. She removed my jeans. I haven't stopped thinking about her beautiful body and her amazing lips that were wrapped around my dick. While my daughter was giving me the best blow job of my life, my lovely wife came home earlier than we expected so me and my angel had to go separate ways. I walked downstairs to greet my wife as she was taking her black high heels off her beautiful feet. She was dressed in classy stockings, short brown business skirt and cream colored shirt. "Hey, lovely how was your day?" I said and. My hard cock was dripping with her juices, so that would suffice as lube I grabbed her hips making sure her ass is in the right position and I part her cheeks roughly as she cried out " OUCH! OMG! STOP NOT THERE PLEASE! ". When I rubbed the head of my cock against her tight puckered little anus, she went wild, struggling against me with vigour as she screamed desperate pleas " STOP! STOP! NOOOO! NOOO! ". I laughed, watching her pathetic struggles, listening to her screams.Well, no better time.