. from your son. You’re his sex slave. You worship him with your mature body.”More pain burned, but it wasn’t as bad. Sweat broke out across my ...orehead. My breath quickened, heart hammering in my chest.“Oh, yes,” the mother said, suddenly hugging her son from behind.The daughter whimpered, molding herself to her father. “Oh, Daddy, what would you like to do to me?”The father gaped while the son ... The son grinned.“And you, Dad and son, you will dominate your new sex slaves,” I groaned, my. ‘That’s what that was?’ ‘Hasn’t anyone talked to you yet?’ asked Corrigan. ‘Nope.’ ‘Figures. Uh, is there anyone I can call for you, Mam?.’ ‘My room at the inn . . .?’ ‘All taken care of. When I rode in, Mrs Parker called the paramedics, and she packed your stuff up. I brought it down yesterday.’ ‘When can I get out of here?’ The man shook his head. ‘No word yet.’ ‘Oh, excuse me, Jake. My name is Madeleine Townsend, and I’m from New York.’ ‘Well, OK, Madeleine Townsend from New York. I’m gonna. De dunga i said okk mujhe fir laga waise hi majak kar rahe hai bhala aise kisi anjan koi call thodi karta hai fir lunch time me ek call aya aur uss par ek aurat ki awaj thi wo boli ajay ne tumhara no. diya hai main bola bataye toh wo boli batao kab miloge main ghabra gaya main ajay bhiya ke cabin gaya wo waha meeting me the maine usse kaha ki kal callKarna agle din fir uska call ayaa maine usse kaha ajay bhiyaa nai aaye office wo boli tum mil lo maine kaha acha aadhe ghante baad call karo meri. She turned around to hang up her top, and I admired the way her ass filled out her skirt. As she turned back around, she ran her hands up her sides to squeeze her breasts, grinning at me as she danced. She did a slow spin in place as she pulled the tank top up over her head. Dropping it to the floor, she cupped her tits again. She bit her lip as she slipped one hand inside her bra to tease her nipple. I started to stand up, and she shook her head. Turning her back on me, she slowly unzipped her.