Anyway he missed," pleaded the woman."Be quiet," hissed Jahiz, "They will rape you anyway and they will kill both of us. Don't let them have any sport...with us as well." And did this old man fuck you regularly?" someone asked."Mind your own business," snapped Siharn."I tell you what," the soldier continued, "If the old man can get it up and fuck you while we watch, we'll let him live. Is it a deal?"He reached forwards and stroked her cheek, his hand continuing down to cup a breast, then onwards. Of course, she wasn't wearing a bra. Then Mom reached over and pulled a pillow from under the comforter and placed it behind her. She leaned back until she was lying flat on her back, her neck arched over the pillow, throat stretched long and her tits, already thrusting from the curve of her back, held up from her chest by her small hands which gently squeezed them to emphasize her very stiff nipples. Mom dropped her chin, opened her mouth wide, and waited.Unfucking believable! When she went. The cup sat in front of Steve but it had a straw, with a small pink penis on the top, stuck in it. The slave's hands were cuffed behind his back. Pat, the woman who held down the job of wife as well as the role of Mistress, sat across from him, her eyes filled with satisfaction and pride in how her slave had performed."That was a hot scene that you two did." Mick offered his opinion without being asked as he slid in behind the table to sit next to stevie. "Was it everything that you had thought. She wanted his to struggle, let him find out for himself that there was no escape unless she freed him. As she watched, she began to undress, standing naked in the kitchen. The mirror on the wall reflected her lightly browned hair, green eyes and thin lips. She hardly ever wore makeup, as she had a natural beauty that didn’t need help from cosmetics. Looking down at her body she smiled at herself. Her nipples were already hard from simply thinking of what she was about to do, the hard nubs.