Diese Männer haben keinen Namen, keine Eltern, sie sind niemand. Sie werden von ihrer Geburt an in der Organisation großgezogen.Und wenn sie das ric...tige Alter erreicht haben und somit volljährig sind, nehmen sie an einer Zeremonie Teil, welche 9 Tage dauert. Während dieser Zeremonie werden sie in Gruppen von einer handvoll Auserwählter entjungfert und trainiert. Danach werden sie "verkauft". Die Männer sind jedoch keine Sklaven, sie arbeiten aus freien Stücken für einen angemessenen Lohn.. There isn’t anyone at all in the manor house. The rest of the servants stay in London with the Lord, and the grounds keepers live all the way over on the other side of the estate. Besides, they are all old men. They must be at least in their thirties.”Yvonne laughed. “We are more than halfway there already, sister. On our next birthday we will be twenty. Thirty isn’t that old.”“Maybe that’s why mother insists that we don’t go over to the other side of the estate,” replied Yvette with a. "Yeah, I know, Robbie." Although I had no idea.Then we put our heads together and started plotting in earnest. I didn't tell Robbie about Mom and me, but I think maybe he was putting it together. He knew that I was spending the month with Mom while Dad was away and, as I had learned for myself, once you've bedded your own Mom you can kind of identify others who might be doing the same thing. Those who are in the game can recognize other players, seems like. Despite our best efforts, I think Mom. My eyes fluttered as her tongue stud rubbed on my sensitive flesh. She probed it deep, my butt-cheeks clenching on her face as my futa-dick throbbed in me.“Ooh, you can cum over and over again, right?” the girl with the thick, black bush asked, her green eyes smoldering.“Yes, I can,” I moaned. “I have stamina like you wouldn't believe!”The girls all cheered in delight. “Then make her cum, Monique!” she said. “Make her cum!”“Yes, yes, we have to make the puta cum,” Martita moaned, squeezing her.