You love me and you won't do a fucking thing that might piss me off and make me leave. And four, even though you haven't asked, yes I do plan on doing...it again — lots — and you will suck my lover's juices out of me each and every time if you want to keep me as your wife. Now, I have washed my lover's smell off me, do you want to fuck me or not?"Well, she was right about a couple of things, but I wasn't so sure about some others. I had called her a stupid bimbo, I did love her and one time I had. I own your pussy. Do you understand?" My hand pushed onto her pussy through her jeans as Ashley gave a slight moan, but didn't respond, her face red with embarrassment. I demanded in a dominant tone, "Take off your jeans now."Ashley looked at Mike and back to me then silently took of her jeans)."Everything else as well, " I added. Ashley obeyed nervously."So you do understand," I said as my hand slowly moved to her breasts. "You are mine. Say it, say you are my slave."Ashley, with a bit of her. “Hey, Mr. Brown. Remember me? Tinsel?”He looks at her. She is wearing a tight red shirt and a very short skirt. She gives him a big smile. “Tinsel!” he says, remembering her. “I remember you. Look at you. You’re all grown up now.” Mr. Brown stands.Tinsel thinks of the time she was locked out of the house in the rain and Mr. Brown had let her stay inside his house until her adopted father got home. The orchard looked just the same and he had told her she was welcome to take whatever apples she. " He shook his head violently again, but his helpless protests only added to my amusement. I asked, "Don't you want a black grandc***d?" He finally spit his daughter's panties out of his mouth again and demanded, "Get your fucking nigger cock out of my daughter!" Jimbo winked and a few seconds later grunted obnoxiously as he shot a load of cum deep in Annabelle's cunt. Annabelle weakly protested, "Noooo," but was quickly shut up by Jamal's cock. Jimbo pulled out as Master ranted and raged. "I'm.