And you will come to realize this, you are property. A beast, you are lower than the steed I ride on, and even lower than the dirt I walk on. You have...no rights and will obey every command you are told." As he said this he tossed off the heavy metal armor that he wore over his chest. Yanking off the sashes around his waist, his tunic was next off as his toned and sculpted chest with scars heaved, his growing lusts were driving him mad, the girl was a picture of perfection of what every man. ”“It wasn’t his. Not to change the subject or anything, but I notice you’re reading ‘The Killing Dance’. Do you like Hamilton’s take on mystery?”Oooh, nice. He reads too. I like this. Big, clean shaven and he filled out his polo shirt and jeans completely. Big muscular forearms.“She’s OK. I like detective novels, and she gives the story a sexy twist.”“Sexy twist, eh?”“Yeah,” I said, looking straight at him, “the heroine sleeps with the guy who saves her from a very dangerous situation.”“I’ll. My cock was stirring, the pull of the ball sack making anything other than a painful erection impossible. Madge lifted herself up and my wife's cunt replaced it, like her mothers and aunt it smelt like she had cum and I could see cunt juice holding the lips together. The wife moved down and her arse came into view, her feet pushed against my arms which moved my legs and pulled my balls even further, I gasped and opened my mouth wide, her arse hole opened and a turd started to extract itself. ” Jane looked through hercloset and found a white blouse and a small blue skirt.“Put these on.”Don put on the blouse and as he buttoned it up Janehelped him with the skirt. “Now for some pantyhose.” Don put on the pantyhose and was almost all dressed. “Come sit down here,” Jane motioned and prepared to addsome rogue to Don’s cheeks. She also applied somelipstick and some eye shadow.“Now what can we do about your hair?” Jane asked.