Fear. Terror. I couldn’t work with those emotions.“You treat them ... like ... they’re pets. Membersss of your family.”“If you owned a horse... Your Majesty,” I said, “wouldn’t you care for it? Treat your horse well. Make sure that it served you when you commanded.”“I would ussse my horse for itssss purpose.”“And what is a slave’s purpose?” I pressed.“To be owned. To be a symbol of my power. My wealth. They are a luxury, slaves. Proof that you are too important for the menial. Too grand for the. Her vaginal lips were parted and I could see the delicious pink color she had inside her open pussy.Then, Cynthia took the dildo and brought it to her mouth to provide some lubrication I guess. I doubted she would need much from the appearance of her sex starved pussy but she briefly sucked on the imitation penis and then brought it to it's intended target. Then, she gave a low moan and pushed the dildo directly into her waiting pussy!"Ohhhhh!" She moaned as the dildo slowly slid into her. Taking her finger she started sucking on it like a cock. Dave moaned again as the car sped up. He made it home in record time.Not making it to the bedroom, they stripped in the living room, she climbed on top of him and rode him like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. "Who's your whore? Who's your whore? Say it, say it." You are Nancy Marie Allen, you are!" He panted, her pussy sucking his cock deeper. She started to rotate her hips grinding herself on his cock. He almost fainted from the pleasure,. It was the peak of our music that will soon come to take us away. Moving her arms around my neck, she returned my embrace and we held each other tighter as if terrified by the thought that it would take us away. Then, it happened. With my scream to lead the forte, our thoughts were explosively dissolved into nothing. The surge of pleasure came crashing down in the figure of a vision that flashed into a blinding white. As our backs arched, the joints and muscles of our body stiffened in place..