I watched as she picked up the little cardboard tray with its four take-away cups held in place – always four cups – and made her way out of the c...fe. From the reflection of her face in the glass, she seemed happy and relaxed as she walked past me.A cough sounded right next to the table. I looked and couldn't hide a little jump. She was standing right there, looking down at me."I know you're watching me," she said. "I could feel your eyes on me as soon as I walked into the cafe." Oh!" My mother. I nodded, not really wanting to talk to the cop, afraid I would start laughing at the entire situation. “So, what are you doing all the way in South Texas?” I looked up at him and put on my best innocent girl face, “I’m visiting my parents.” He handed me the ticket to sign. I had to look at the name he wrote, to make sure I didn’t sign the wrong alias on the ticket. Handing it and his pen back I waited patiently as cars drove by, people staring, glad it wasn’t them pulled over. The officer gave. They were all stroking their own cocks and getting very excited at our performance. After my Master had pounded me into our explosive orgasms, the camera focused on all the other Masters jacking off into their own sex slave’s mouths. All the sex slaves seemed to enjoy the mutual attention of their Masters and being able to serve them in any capacity they desired. I saw a few Masters with one than one slave and watching the two a****ls fight over their cocks made me very horny.I began to feel. Ahh.. ahhh... unh...uunhh ..fertile time! You...ahhhhahh... might get me... unh unh.. pregnant!Her begging not to be bred seemed to turn John on as much as it did me, and he actually pounded her harder, and faster as he drove himself towards orgasm. His swelling cock stretched her pounded hole even further and he started to groan. Jill started begging breathlessly..."Noooo...don't... cum... preg.. Ben... he's look...ahhhahhh unh unhh.." Incoherently babbling, Jill begged not to be impregnated,.