I groaned, gripping the cheerleader’s hips, and pounded her. Her firm ass rippled as my crotch smacked into her while her supple back arched. Her fi...ry hair spilled about her shoulders as she moved her head, lapping at my daughter’s sphincter.“That’s it, whore,” I groaned. “You’re part of my harem. You love licking my cum out of any of my daughters’ or your fellow slaves’ bodies.”“Yes, Master,” panted Georgia, her tight pussy clenching on my dick. She bucked back into me, her juicy snatch. Gretchen had promised she'd do something special for me but wouldn't say. All I could think was that she was going to give me a blowjob or even sex...I was so horny as I walked to her apartment. I checked the apartment parking lot to make sure her mom's car was gone. I walked to the door, the bell didn't work so I lightly tapped on it. The door slowly opened, I stepped in. I was expecting to see Gretchen, hopefully naked or something like sexy lingerie but nothing except arrows on the floor. He booked them into cheap motel rooms so they could all go gambling together, but the temptation to bring them up to Tara's penthouse apartment was too great. As soon as Gene arrived in Las Vegas, Tara had noticed his four companions and demanded an explanation. Gene had insisted that they were not going to get in the way of their fun, that they were only tagging along for the gaming, and would not be a bother to her in any way. "Promise?" she had asked of him. "I promise on my honor as a. The bus was leaving the city and I kept my mobile and wanted to sleep and closed my eyes. I kept my hands folded on my bag. My arms were rubbing her arms and she did not care to move it. When our skins were touching in the arm it was warm and nice. I just closed my eyes and leaned back and looked at her through the corner of my eyes. I could see her lovely boobs and a little bit of cleavage over her slightly transparent saree. She had a lovely smooth neck. Ho how I wished I can kiss them. She.