She was a good slave like that. I was glad my brother had tamed her.I felt safe no matter where I was with her around.We were led into a house with a ...eige, stucco exterior. It was cool inside. He led us through a central garden and to another room that had open windows looking out on yet another courtyard with a fountain in the center. Flowers grew in it, their sweet scent filled the air. Pillows adorned the room and a soft mattress lay on the floor.They didn’t have beds here.“Nazak will be. The way she tells it, that was no accident. I'd like your apology, Kenny." I looked over at Brenda, but she was staring with considerable interest at her forks and the napkin. She was turning a bright shade of red."Apology, for what?" I had started feeling like Bea was going to quit teasing when she said she forgave me, but what she said about Brenda had me twice as worried now."I told you it wasn't an accident, and you said I was totally wrong, that Brenda was too young and innocent to do. It was, however, pretty obvious from the contorted look on her sweet face exactly what she was up to: what she was up to was her knuckles in freshly shaven snatch. Occasionally she'd elevate from the buttocks, giving awesome glimpses of the finger fucking frenzy, face contorted in lust. Having worked herself up into a frenzy, she came with a loud gasp, receding into the froth momentarily to come down off the orgasmic high. A few moments relaxation later, she climbed guiltily to her feet and. I’m staring face to face with Old Widow Smith. Both of our faces show the shock and surprise. In less than a heartbeat both of us glance down at my cock that is still in my hand. I try to stop what I know is about to happen without success.Widow Smith is too close and she going to get hit with what I can only describe as friendly fire.I watch as the first volley hits on her shirt between her breasts. Two buttons are unsnapped and the warm cream hits her skin.Now I am scared. I can see Widow.