That mistake.”“I see. Sto, is it a mistake to warn me of danger if you do not sense emotions or thoughts of danger to me?”“Yes.”“You did n...t warn me because there were no indications of danger for you to sense. That is not a mistake. I want you to think about what we talked about. You can only do so much, and you did everything you could have done to protect me. It wasn’t your fault.”“Sto not warn. Make mistake.”As Sereine had said months ago, arguing with a Bushbie was pointless once they had. Mom told me I would be a cart boy. Mom stroked my chest and told me how appealing my chest is. Mom emphasized how a woman would want to own me. As a sex slave, I can be owned by men or women and I can be used by men or women. I have no choice. I must be obedient to all. Mom summed it up by saying that masters will pay a lot to own me. "Thank you, mom." She slapped me on the face. I quickly realized my mistake. "I am sorry, Mistress." Mom walked behind me a gave me a hard slap on my ass. "Never. .ah...ohwa...ohwa...darling....oh...come...come...put it in me...oh my darling...aaaaooow..."I obediently put it into her, slamming jolt after jolt of my seed in as deep as I could as I held her hips and dragged down onto me.It was the same as before; mother saying, "Stay with me...stay with me..." and bouncing up and down on me and crying out, "Oh...oh...oh...oh darling...beautiful...beautiful..." until she finally drooped over me.I could feel our mingled fluid starting ooze out of her and we. I have enjoyed having another man’s cock inside me; bonking away, as they say, without any emotion behind it. I have found it to be such a release. Anyway we have lots to talk about when I get back and lots to catch up on. Have you missed my pussy? Abdul calls it a cunt. He lifts my skirt and pulls my knickers aside and tells me how much he loves my cunt as he touches me. I like it when he refers to it so vulgarly, but for you it is a pussy; intimate and personal. I like that. I will try.