"I assume you do, but first I will explain what I would call slavery," he said, "What I call slavery is working, day in and day out, at an uncongenial...job you hate, because if you lose it you won't be able to pay the mortgage or afford healthcare, and unless you can find another job very quickly, you will lose your house, goods, family, and status, not necessarily in that order. Even in the West the term used is 'wage slave'. People such as you and I used to be, in the academic life, enjoyed. Her question surprised me. She was supposed to watch me masturbate, nothing beyond that. Before going any farther I wanted to be sure she knew what she was asking. I asked if she was sure she wanted to go that far."Son, I haven't had another man's dick in so long I don't even remember what it feels like. I'm 58 years old and I have some hard young wood right here in my hand. You've got this old kitty of mine dripping wet and I'd be a fool to pass up this opportunity." Well, I've never had a. She whimpered and, bending her head down, she sucked his middle finger into her hot, wet mouth as if it were his cock."You hot cunt! You're a great lay, Sis!" Jerry said, his voice filled with admiration.Barbara flushed with pleasure at her brother's words of praise. The spongy head of his prick felt even larger inside her now, stretching her little pussyhole wider and wider with each fuck-thrust. Her cunt was pouring out fuck-juice faster than it ever had before, increasing the wet, squishy. She was also wearing black stockings and black stiletto heels. I eyed her frankly and approvingly. She was carrying a champagne flute half filled with sparkling wine. She wiggled it in my direction. “Would you care to join me?”“I’d like that.” I followed her over to the table in the room where she had a bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket, along with a second glass. I took off my jacket and hung it over the back of a chair. I looked around the room. It was your basic Holiday Inn style.