So, no, George didn’t want a slave. The alternative was infinitely trickier. Abby had, over the last several weeks, demonstrated a grudging acceptan...e of submissiveness, just as he had reluctantly accepted the mantle of authority over her. They were at a delicate stage, he realized. He hadn’t wanted to leave home so soon after what was, by all accounts, the last session with Britt and Damian. He’d wanted some time with Abby to build upon the foundation that Britt and Damian had helped lay for. Bellowing in pain, Sapna felt as if he was going to tear her scalp off. She started pleading with Rahul to leave her hair, saying that the pain was killing her. Holding her head in place, Rahul got hold of a smaller tuft of hair at the nape of her neck and, in one swift motion, teared it out of her scalp.“I said give me your hands bitch!” Rahul said, slowly but firmly, holding her head tight using her hair. Sapna, obeying her son’s command, put her arms behind her back. Rahul then tied her hair. His warm tongue touched my pussy and I started moaning louder. He placed one hand on my nipple and another hand below my ass. He started licking my pussy gently and pressing my nipple too.I felt so awesome and start enjoying it. I was pushing his head towards my pussy and my legs were placed on his ass cheeks. Slowly I spread my legs wider and was moaning. Slowly he increased the licking pace and my legs were in the air. I was crushing his head towards my pussy.All of a sudden he put his middle. ” He moaned. “Grease my pole for me.” His words and the way he rubbed my slick button pushed me over the edge. It hit me, like a tidal wave crashing over my head. I cried out, my walls clenching him tightly, cum gushing out. My nails scratched hard down his back, most likely drawing blood. The world went white around me, then black as I came down from my peak. A few thrusts later I felt him. He got more and more frantic, his breathing heavier and shallower, then he stiffened with a groan, his.