Even over the fan. But it was completely understandable.“Joe?” she shouted.“Yes Goddess?”“Could you call down for bath salts and join me in ... bath?”“On it,” Joe replied. “Any food?”“No, but some cognac sounds decadent.”He called and asked for choices. Then asked if they had Armagnac. They did. He went with two glasses and Perrier. “Doubles on the Armagnac,” he added.“We pour brandy generously,” the man said.“Good,” Joe replied, knowing it would cost way too much either way. Not that Jonny. With that same firm, in command voice, I answered, "I will explain this one time, and one time only. I am the Master of this house and own all of the women you see here and that specifically includes your mother and sister. They are my slaves, and a slave's only possession is their life. Everything else is their Master's property, which means that you are standing in MY house. Is that clear enough for you?"He stood there and tried to take it in as he asked, "How did you... ?"I cut him off,. The evening always starts with drinks and snacks , talking to each other , getting comfortable . Mostly a few drinks later the first game starts . We decided to start the evening with playing truth or dare .We took place in the couches in our living room , nice and comfy , the lights dimmed , music playing softly in the background . Yes , the mood was set . Me and some friends are playing truth or dare . And when it’s my turn I say “dare” . And they dare me to be a real prostitute for one. She was so tiny that her huge stomach made it hard for her to stand up on her own. Karl rectified this by chaining her to the wall in an upright position and jerking off his cock to spray cum all over her breasts and stomach. Jenna and Hannah were both six months pregnant. Every night they slept spooning each other protectively, stroking each other tenderly and lovingly. Hannah had jet black hair and green eyes. Her skin was milky white, with multiple tattoos. She had Jenna’s initials tattooed.