I've been getting tiredof her for awhile, and longing to put her on a spit." "Maybe. I'mgonna be busy tonight. How about I call you tomorrow? About no...n?" "Fairenough. See ya', hopefully!" Flame and herMaster resumed their walk to the corner where Mistress Sahara sat,with her coterieof followers, admirers, and hangers-on. *** Sahara was alovely woman. She had soft mocha skin, generous tits barelycontained by ablack leather bra, long legs highlighted by black leatherthigh-highs, anda black. “Chief,” she called, “you’re the senior man here, why don’t you go first?” she offered. Then a wicked, almost knowing smile flashed across her face. “Unless you like sloppy seconds.” The CDO walked around the couch and pulled Laura to the edge of the table. She spread her legs wide and he placed his cock at her drenched opening and slid himself in balls-deep in one quick thrust. “Maybe not tonight,” he told Laura. “You know me too well.” I got the distinct impression that this was not the. A knock on his door interrupted his despair. He went over to see who wasthere. Standing in the doorway was his mother and two other men who heknew worked for her. She asked in her regal way, "May we enter, Jason?"He let them in and his mother dressed in her bright scarlet regal robesat down in the kitchen and told him to also. Her words always seemed tobe phrased in a command he could not refuse. Jason asked meekly, "Mother, May I ask the reason of this visit?" "Yes, I am here to take you back. I moaned so loudly about that, my pussy squeezing tight, aching to be filled.“You’ve been so corrupted,” he growled. “I’ve seen it. The way you act around me, wanting me to see your developing body. I’ve fought my urges. I’ve used your mother to satiate them. I thought it all innocent. Just a girl maturing into womanhood, on the cusp of finding her own man. But now I see ... Just a whore like all those Western women. You’ll be wearing makeup, dressing in low-cut clothing, showing off so much of.