Her supple, pendulous breasts hung just out of reach....aching to be touched. ( Or so I thought).a couple of shots later I put down the camera, stripp...d off my polo shirt and dockers.....and tugged off my sox. After bending over to pickup the sox, I looked up and once again she was smiling at me. "No underwear?" she purred."Nope....been commando for quite a while now.....gives me more room" I said as I looked down at my painfully erect cock...now trailing a viscous string of precum. As I. I feel asleep thinking of cock and had sweet dreams. I awoke a few hours later horny as hell and looked over at my son who was driving. He had grown into a very fine young man and I was very proud of him. I found him to be very attractive and even wondered how good he would be at sex. He turned me on, made me wet. I was getting wet just thinking about him right there in the car. We started to talk and soon got to talking about sex and I was very surprised to find out he was still a virgin. I. Kara didn’t join us this time. While Joyce was preparing our meal, we talked about Kara.“She’s a really nice girl,” Joyce said. “And she is beautiful. I feel like a dishrag next to her!”“Joyce Abbadelli, you are gorgeous! Don’t sell yourself short!”“We had a good chat about you while you took a walk last time, and Kara and I have talked on the phone a few times as well. I like her. I’m also jealous!”“She didn’t mention that you’ve talked. I’m curious about what she’s said to you.”“Just ‘girl. Unfortunately the sisters also were kept in this category by the madams' contempt of them. Even now Brothel Whore 3567-B could feel the dried cum from last night's customers on her inner thighs.--Also the more popular and senior slaves were allowed to wear skimpy lingerie much like the sisters had worn for the auction. While save for stockings and high heels the rest of the slaves were kept naked. Yet again there were exceptions since all "Brothel Whores" could earn that privilege. However most.