* * * *Master Patryk looms over my body, observes my fear, and quietly calculates his next move. His eyes bore into mine. My shoulders tense, my sto...ach tightens. A sense of dread washes through me.He grasps my swollen breasts, his large hand kneading each like lumps of bread dough. Sinking his fingers deeper into my tissue, he pulls me to his groin, his cock aimed at my lips. Instinctively, I poke my tongue and lick him base to tip, wetting the entire length. Cautiously, I suck the tip,. I pinched her nipples in a gentle way. I heard I small moon. I thought my sister had waked up. I got fear and kept my hand in the same position without moving it and I pretended to sleep.I didn’t took any action till 5mins. Now she turned towards me. She is now very closer to me as her lips were an inch far from mine. I can feel her breath. I slowly planted my lips on her. And started sucking her lower lip and I kept my hand on her Ass at same time.This time I became more bold and I started. The girls begged through their gags for them to stop but their pleas fell to deaf ears. I opened a paper file and took out documents detailing the names and details of the girls which I now owned. The first sheet I looked at had the details of the girl that was nearest to me in front of her fellow sex slaves. She was barely 18 and was incredibly attractive with dirty blonde hair and an athletic body. A piece of rope kept her soft hair in a ponytail and joined it to a metal hook that stretched. The boys objected, of course, but the ladies knew how to enforce discipline, both by punishment and reward. Yes, and when Mrs. Chard discovered Leslie's penis coming erect as she fastened his stockings to his garter belt, the "reward" became no less than sexual. It was very effective. Disgraceful, it was *incest,* but Mrs. Chard had been without sex since before Leslie was born, and the sight of her son's erection had stimulated her beyond any moral scruples she might have had. The boy,.