He was a little heavy and had a beard. He invited me inside right away and right inside the door was a little galley kitchen and the slave was on his...knees, fully clothed, looking down at the floor. I was shown into the smaller of the two bedrooms if I wanted to change which I did.As I changed I heard the Dom yelling loudly to the slave to 'strip!' and heard him speaking harshly to the slave as the Dom fitted him with a leather ball and cock harness. The slave looked about 45 years old and,. He reached up grabbing one of her enormous breasts and gently kneaded it. Jenny smiled up at him. He really had been checking her out. This was a little bit more than an accident."Let me on top." She demanded.Dan rolled off and onto his back and Jenny straddled him grabbing his wet cock and guiding it into her sopping pussy. She slid down his cock, leaning forward, offering her hanging boobs to her son. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, biting it hard as Jenny started to fuck him.. Body. We all did our best to ignore him, seeing as he wasn’t exactly the life of the party, and just sort of have fun. I’d brought along several plates of dark chocolate-raspberry brownies to add to the pile of edibles and they seemed to push me into almost instant celebrity status. I went from being ‘the girlfriend of the hot chick dressed in silver’ to ‘the girl who brought the killer brownies… who came with the hot chick dressed in silver’. Yeah, being Kay’s partner does wonders for my ego. . Brock was such a sweetheart. He never once pushed me to go farther than I was ready for. He told me once that making love to me would be the highlight of his life, but only when I was ready. He knew that I still woke up most nights with nightmares of Teddy trying to rape me. That doesn't mean that we didn't experiment... a lot!I remembered our first date. Brock took me to the Cultural Arts Festival on the Torrington College campus. We walked and saw the exhibits. We agreed that some of what.