Her sucking and teasing of my nipples was driving me wild. My arousal was like a flowing river, creating a gigantic wet spot in the crotch of my jeans... I wished I had chosen to wear a skirt, so she would have unlimited access to my womanhood. “You want what?” She slapped my face and stuffed her hand down my jeans. As she probed my depths, she said, “Mmm … we’re a little wet, are we?” I nodded emphatically, as she rubbed my clit between her fingers. I began moving my hips, grinding against her. .” as she slid her hands over her breasts making them bounce back up, her boob job did wonders for her. Her hands slid down to her stomach that was milk white and smooth down to her wide hips. “... and you won't get to fuck your little girl anymore ether.” she teased.She walked past me as I fumed, fighting my rage down from loosing all control. My brain flashed through memories of the past. When my dad died, and mom got wasted, and beat my older sister, then she moved out. My mom beating me,. Anita`s legs wrapped around my back to hold me in. She came as I licked her pussy lips and shoved my tongue deep inside her salty cum filled cunt.After I made her come a second time, I stopped sucking her pussy and tried to fuck her. For some reason she seemed to be extra loose. My sexy wife then told she had been fucked by a new black guy that day. His name was Byron and he was the biggest guy she had ever met. She described his cock was long, two hands and enough to suck but her fingers could. The object that would inhabit the chair tonight was Daniel’s newest sex toy. Since 2065, it had become an acceptable practice for wealthy men to own women. These women chose this type of life willingly and were guaranteed that all basic needs would be taken care of in return. They were, of course, modern-day sex slaves, paying for their room and board, so to speak, with their bodies. But since they had been given the freedom to choose this lifestyle, they were referred to as privately owned.