"Not really. The next time you misbehave badly, Master is going to send you to the slave market to be sold."Helen was struck speechless by this. The s...ave markets didn't really exist, did they?"I know you don't believe they really sell slaves, but they do. Master bought me at auction and I was so happy about it," she continued, "Others were not so lucky." What ... what do you mean?" asked the English woman."I mean that if he sells you, you don't know who might buy you. It might be a good man,. .. or was that just for the webcam?" he asked."Honestly? Do you want the honest truth, honey?" Yes, I want the honest truth, Mom. I want to know. Was that you or 'Diane'?" No, it was me, honey. I really am submissive and I do like BDSM–some aspects of it, at least. I mean, I'm not into S&M, you know the real hardcore, heavy pain stuff. But I do like a dominant guy and to be dominated and made to do things. I'm afraid your dear, sweet, Mom has a slutty side to her!" she said, blushing a bit with. She would ask me to dance and rub herself against me until I was hard and incapable of doing much more than dry hump her. It happened so many times that my thoughts became fixated on getting her completely alone and completely ravishing her mouth and pussy. Why her mouth? Her husband constantly bragged and gloated about her oral skills and enthusiasm for swallowing his cum without being asked.They had stayed overnight at our house tonight, since we were all drinking pretty heavily and when she. It was an easy task for our mummies to pick us up and comfort us. It also meant they could physically control us easily despite our actually being sixteen and seventeen-year-old young ladies.) As my naked breasts squeezed against her feather soft frontage, Mummy Jones whispered reassuringly in my little ear. ?Don?t be afraid darling, the ladies only want to look. They won?t harm you.? I hugged her tightly for a moment then finally relaxed. As she felt me calm down, she set me.