One of my favorite places to fuck in the kitchen. I used to fuck Vasanti by making her sit on the kitchen slab. Vasanti had also admitted to me fuckin... that way makes it more erotic for her.It was now my turn to take Gowri that way. I turned Gowri around and started kissing her. I slid my fingers into her panty. Gowri was dripping wet.Me: Gowri, you are already wet.Gowri: I was thinking about us, Ayya.Me: Then let’s give your pussy what it wants.They were saying that I lifted her and placed her. I took the time to put name tags onthe doors and to accommodate the rooms for your own special interests." hesaid. "Anyhow, I want you all to go on upstairs and get ready for dinner." hecontinued on. "My girl has cooked an incredible dinner and should be readyto serve it in about thirty minutes. So, come on down, bring your slaves orleave them, and let's have some fun." All were smiling ear to ear, chatting amongst themselves as they ascendedthe stairwell. As for their host, he was so excited. Spots dotted the furs where a man's seed had leaked from her tunnel during the night.His eyes shimmered as he looked at the chains whose ends still lay coiled on the floor. Even this "oversight" would have been enough to cost him his job, but he had not the heart to secure them to the slaves' collars, not after he had witnessed how worn and ragged many had been upon their return from the fleet.His gaze grew more wistful as it settled on Amanda. Marris was still amazed. Not only had she not been. He had announced tome that he wanted her to become his girlfriend! Jesus Christ! At first I had bluntly refused, letting my anger anddisgust show. All theniggers in the club gathered around me, about fifteen ofthem, and Jamalannounced that I was racially prejudiced and didn't wanthim dating hiswhite daughter. They started to slap and punch me."It's not that. Honest to God, I swear, it's not that you are black. It'sthat she is only thirteen. She's my innocent baby!"Jamal roared with laughter..