. you do like me to play with you don't you, my sweet slut?" I said still rubbing her pussy. Amy was squirming around, frustrated that she couldn't op...n her legs for me and let me really play with her."Oh yes, Master." Good. I like it too. I like to see you writhe and squirm as I toy with you. I like to hear you moan and beg as I bring you higher and higher. And I like it when you beg and plead for me to make you cum. You enjoy my teasing don't you, my naughty slut?" I said in a low growl."Oh. We said our goodbyes and thanked them for the help. I closed the door and I was beat. Then it dawned on me...where's Dan??I walked back towards the stairs and the bathroom door was open, no one there. I went downstairs but he wasn't there either. Back upstairs I went, telling myself Dan was probably passed out in our guest bedroom. I walked down the hall quietly and that's when I noticed a flash appear from the small opening of my bedroom door. I thought that was odd so I continued to walk. " was all I could manage. Marion's lips were glistening with my saliva and my hand went to her cupcake sized breast and slowly caressed it; causing her to moan in appreciation.Palo cleared his throat and brought the two of us back to reality."How was that?" Marion gushed."I... err," I mumbled and she smiled at me."Extremely erotic," Palo said, chiming in, his voice a mere whisper as he reached down to his groin and adjusted himself. The huge bulge in his slacks was topped off by a spreading. She knew she had forgotten to do something, but now she couldn't remember what it was. She reviewed what she had been doing.It wasn't about Mr. TenInches, she felt confident of that. She flicked on the all-news channel on the TV. The airwaves were filled with the story of a man in South Boston who had seven sex slaves in his basement and had confessed to many more that he had killed in the past decade. They were searching his home: child porn had been found on his computer.OH! YES! His.