.juice is running to your asshole from my orgasms--John: your pussy is so wet from my cum but I want to fuck you more. I can smell our juices together...ngelina: come inside me--John: I want to make it last longerAngelina: I came three times, just like our first date--John: my hands are so stickyAngelina: mine smell like my sweet pussy--John: whisper what you want in my ear squeeze your nipples and put my wet fingers on your ass . You feel like wet silkAngelina: are you coming?Angelina: do i feel. "Is this what she thinks it means to be a slave?"And of course he knew the answer to that question as soon as he thought it.Of course this is what she thinks. She thinks a slave is a slave; someonewho is owned by another and has no rights or say in how they are used, andhas no decision making capability. This wasn't just a sexual fetish orrole-play she was engaging in; she truly had set out from the beginning tomake him a slave.Tom finally nodded and said, "Y-yes Princess Dee." He didn't think. But only the six of us really knew the truth.The presentation of the superhero system was rather good, and I picked up a copy as they were selling it at the end of the presentation. One of the authors was even there, and was signing copies as we bought them. And after I got it Linda nudged me and motioned with a toss of her head for me to look to the side. I looked, and grinned and waved at Gloria. She smiled and waved back, and nudged the guy standing next to her. He was a bit shorter than she. I got up and gently laid my mom onto the bed, I slowly then climbed over her, I opened her legs wide apart; her pussy was still tight after I ate it for so long. I grabbed my dick and rubbed it on her clit, she began to moan and play with her breasts, she couldn’t take it any more, and she grabbed hold of my cock and tried to guide it into her pussy. She struggled, as the huge piece of meat was just too big for her tight hole, I assisted her by using my hips to satisfy her pussy’s craving for.