“Well as long as Jack and Anthea are happy, we are too.”“And the baby – any reservations there?” Ben asked.Helen looked at Dave momentarily....“Not really,” she said. “As long as there is not going to be any disputes later on with parenting and stuff. Jack and Anthea intend bringing the child up as their own and we hope there won’t be any conflict there.”Ben held his hand up momentarily as he shook his head. “Not from my point of view,” he told them. “We all discussed this before Anthea came off. Faster and faster, I went, but I could not stop until her tits were sore sacs and I held on for dear life, squeezing those puppies of every drop of her hot blood.Aunt came first, she thrashed even harder against me violently , her hips bucked, writhed and slammed into mine, she let out a scream of pure raw pleasure and then her whole body went into continual spasms, jerking like someone had shoved an electric cattle prod right up her ass and turned it on full.I came seconds later, it was like a. Being in a submissive role as a domme was often more exciting because you had travelled father in the scale than someone who always submitted and the loss of control was more pronounced making the experience even more pronounced. She had admitted that while she could never give up being a domme, one of her greatest fantasies was for her slaves to turn on her en-mass, tie her down and abuse her in some of the more wicked ways she had them.Laura was not a shy girl just not that experienced. She. . she wasn't so sure she wanted to see the b**st.So when the candle started dripping wax all over her right breast, and then made a steady line over to her left and that nipple, the most sound that Kristen let out was an agonized hiss. Agonized and yet turned on too. The pain was erotic, hot, the smell of the wax causing some kind of reaction in her brain. The candlestick dripped was onto her breasts and stomach until that candle was half out... the other two were still as long and fat as ever.