“Breakfast,” he stated, making a show of setting down the tray on Rose’s bedside table at arm’s length, so as to keep her out of his reach. �...When you are finished, meet me in the hallway. I have something to show you.” He left without waiting for assent.Rose opened the tray to find a thick slab of toast topped off by a fluffy poached egg sprinkled with some kind of red spice. Picking up the cutlery beside it, she ate sitting on the side of the bed, savouring the rich yolk that bled from the egg. He let his hand slowly traverse down her chest and stomach until it met up with her hairy mons. "How 'bout this?" he asked."I'm getting hotter," she said. Letting her hand work down his chest and stomach which was above her, "and you're getting harder."Michael scooted her up onto the bed a little and brought his face down into her muff. He let his nose gently brush against her sweet spot as he buried his face between her lips and began giving her head.Soon after, she let out an immense,. He was desperately chewing at mothers tits, his mouth making slurping sounds with every stroke of his fluttering tongue, his fingers ravishing mother?s delicate cunt with continuous forward and backward thrusting.Lust was now showing on the face of old ruffian also, his face now contorted with extreme excitement. He had been a mute spectator so far. Carefully, while keeping an eye on me, he slowly opened the front of his coverall and let it slide off his body. He was now standing in a small. One just above my cunt, another just above my shit hole, one that spread completely across both of my enormous tit bags and two that went down the inside of my thighs. Every one of them were words that stated what I am so anyone who was to use me knew as well as them being a constant reminder to me of exactly what I am. I was covered in short descriptions of what I had been morphed into such as; FUCK MEAT OWNED BY MASTER GREG, PROPERTY EXISTS ONLY AS FUCK HOLES, and FILTHY HUMAN TOILET. Yes.