"Did you look at him and decide he could do it on his own?"OK, she was pissing me off now. I clenched my fists and ground my teeth. "Damn it, Mia, it'... not that!" Then what is it, Brody? How did you LET Fuzz die?"I rolled over in a burst of action and loomed over her small frame, and she recoiled in surprise. I felt Shay's hands around my arm, trying to hold me back."I WASN'T STRONG ENOUGH, OK!" I yelled. "I wasn't strong enough to save Dad, and no matter what I did, or how much a worked at it,. "Let's go to the patio and I'll serve lunch there, Ok?" Chris mused. As he sat down at the table, Chris continued to look at his bulge. She wasgetting hornier by the minute. "Would you like to take a dip in the hot tub or pool before we eat or areyou hungry now?" Chris asked. "Why don't we take a dip in the hot tub. I didn't bring a suit like you said. Is that ok, with you?" He asked. "No problem what so ever." Chris replied as she thought, "My God, I'm going to be able to. Being used as a sex slave, discussed as if she were just a toy, turned her on a lot. But not as much as the fingers that had gripped one nipple bar to harshly tug on that swelling nub. She suppressed a moan. In her opinion, it had been too long since she'd been well used for her Master's pleasure."I'm sure I'll love whatever you have in mind," smiled Sandy."Well then," he said, "why don't you occupy yourself with my slave while I go upstairs to get a few things together?"Sandy stood up and. I actually found myself opening up my knees to give himGreater freedom.The mysterious hand moved with confidence as it embracedThe entire length of my sweaty cock. He seemed mostImpressed with the helmet shaped crown on my organ, and gaveIt special attention. His hand wrenched my plumpImpressionable knob until his domineering fingers had broughtForth an abundance of sticky sap. He stroked the full lengthOf rigid cock until it was slick with a lustful blend ofPerspiration and pre-cum.Completely.