She appeared a little taken back. "Go home? But why, I require in my Service an English speaking dog! I was educated at Oxford, and miss the chance to...speak English. Surely you would not attempt to deny me the pleasure of keeping you! As my humble slave, of course!" Slave? What is that? At home, there are no slaves, you gotta have legal papers for that!" You were found on my property, thus it is my right to claim you as my property, and, of course, as my slave! The Holy Courts will agree with. I kissed and nibbled on the trembling vulva, her legs lying wideopen inviting me in. Her hands tangled in my hair pulling painfullycrushing my lips against her swollen enflamed ravaged pussy.I pulled the hem of her panties to one side allowing a finger to slidein and rub her lips, they were damp, moist, slippery and the smell wasoverpowering, it wasn't her smell it was him, Terrance his sperm oozedout of her gasping hole as my finger edged in, as it slid in and out Icould see it coated in the. Mom’s talk about sex and the physical contact of her sitting against me and now on me had kept me in a constant state of arousal ever since we were in the kitchen. My iron hard dick had long since pushed up through the slit in my boxers, and now it was hard as a rock beneath the firm yet resilient flesh of Mom’s buttocks. I loved the feel of her ass against my oaken member but I almost felt as if I were about to cum each time she shifted position on my lap. Mom had to feel the steel rod poised. Yes, we all look just to compare our dicks in the showers When I was young, my mum would come into my bedroom and tuck me in. She always gave me a kiss and told me how much she loved me. I do not remember much about that time of my life, but as I grew older, my memories started to form. At the age of six, my dad left us. I remember when Mum would come and tuck me in; she would lie down next to me and cry. I could not understand why. He was a mean man, and he would hit her. Then when I was.