Our baths are carved from solid gemstone. Mine is of rose quartz, pink, like my gem. Fresh pressed cane juice is added to my tub. Like the cane, I am ...weet and earthy. I am my Master’s pear. He tears into me, as if freshly fallen from the tree, split and protruding. The hot water relieves my thighs and hips when he loves me deeply. Accepting and nurturing his seed, in months, I labor along with my sisters, in the living waters. My love is our Master’s favorite. She is the color of cinnamon,. "Guards, call the harem in to take care of my guests," he orders before attempting to pull Vittoria to a standing position. She struggles, trying to get away, but he hisses at her, "I'm hungry, Vittoria. It would be quite rude of you and a testament against your skills if you were to deny me a taste of you."He pushes her ass to the cold marble table, laying her flat with her legs dangling over the edge. VIttoria tries to cover herself in vain as the caesar tears her toga apart. His lips make. I knew there was only one place this was going and decided I wanted it, too. I told him I'd meet him at a quiet place I knew a couple of minutes away. I went back to my friends and told them I needed some fresh air and that I would meet them at the next pub then quietly slipped out. I went to where I'd said and there he was. Straight away we were kissing and exploring each others bodies with our hands. He put his hand up my top and undid my bra, lifted my top and kissed my breasts. It felt. The solution to this was to bury her face in Stella's muff whilst Alex enthusiastically fucked her.The nest morning Lisa, Stella and Alex were lying in bed together and chatting about the previous evening. “I still have difficulty believing my parents did that. Mind you it was an incredible turn on. Alex did you suggest that we collectively corrupt my sisters.”“What about your brother.”“Tim’s a boy and thus perfectly capable of corrupting himself. Lets face it even you shy as you were quite up.