As she came over to Martha, Kim was surprised to be told, "Put those overalls on, now." Shackle her," Martha said to Peter, "and put her in the back o... the airtruck."Peter was about to protest, but a look from Martha quickly quelled him.When they got back to the New House of Joy Kim was in a thoroughly bad temper, because she had been driven in the back of the airtruck, which was uncomfortable, while there was a spare seat in the front.In Martha's office, she looked around with some contempt. No I am absolutely going to do what I just said if you don’t choose option number two which is you become the sex slave for me and my husband Robert. You see by our playroom that we live in a particular lifestyle we are very sexual and we have a small circle of exclusive friends from the area that we entertain usually about twice a month. I think it’s pretty self-explanatory and if you choose option number two I guarantee you you will end up enjoying yourself but you’re going to have to do as. Well, I definitely do want her. Right now, and forever. Failing hers, I would be fine with any talented girl’s tongue for at least a little bit. Something to remind me of home. A goddamn anchor.I know that it’s most likely that my feeling for him will turn out to be temporary, but in the immediate, it’s quite compelling. Intriguing at the least, if not exactly compelling. It’s really the fact that I remember him. It’s like he was there, but remembering him isn’t like remembering anyone. Nothing was sexier than watching Trista prop herself up, her tits leaking down her belly, with her legs spread grinding into her older sisters cunt. Terrana began grinding faster and harder, each time Trista met her thrust. Both of their pussies ground into each other. The smell of their sex colliding together and the sloshing sounds of their pussies leaking into each other nearly finished Terrana.Terrana released Trista's leg and reached up to pull on her own nipples. Throwing her head back in.