Now, she was exactly in the ritual dress but it was something else we wanted to do. She then undressed me quickly without saying a word and kissed me ...ight on my mouth.I was thinking in my mind if it was really happening. Was it my own blood mother who was kissing me with her tongue entwined with me? I couldn’t hold any longer and tore her flowery bra. The sight of her amazing chuchies in full was a heaven in itself. I needed nothing else. My essence seemed to melt by their fullness and. He pulled his fingers out and then pushed his cock into with the same direct and straight simplicity he had done it with my pussy. Taking possession of what was already his. The hours that followed were made of pleasure and sensations I hadn’t known so far. He was my master. He had become my master before that, but here was the confirmation. He collared me, he fucked me into every hole I had and in positions I had never tested, he spanked and beat me – and I loved him for it. When he left, I. He suddenly rammed his cock as deep as he could. His cock tensed and the first rope of cum shot down my throat. I backed his cock out of my throat and received five more lines of his seed. I locked my lips around his cock as I licked and sucked it clean.He started going limp, and I dropped his cock from my mouth and stood up. Brandon wrapped his arms around me and locked our lips together in a very passionate, open mouth kiss. His tongue swabbed the inside of my mouth, searching for and. Vicky whispered to Susan. "What's that green tag?" Those are the instructions for the butcher. It tells him how daddy wants this meat processed. Since it's green she'll get put to sleep first." So what if the tags not green?" A red tag?" Susan chuckled as she shook her head. "They don't want that. With a red tag they get butchered alive. That's one of the things that make slaves so cooperative." Does your dad ever give them red tags?" No, if they haven't been entertaining he just hands them.