Master pulled slavegirl's collar. "Time to get up," he said.slavegirl twisted while moaning with pleasure. She didn't have to look at the clock to kno... the time: 6:00 AM. slavegirl's early morning call allowed Master time to torment slavegirl before going to work.slavegirl rolled out of bed. Master's motorcycle boots moved with authority on the wood floor. slavegirl loved that sound. Watching Master's butt move against the tight pants of his uniform, slavegirl followed Master to his chair. While I was dressing I saw that some of my panties in my drawer had been moved and that it looked like someone was looking for something in that drawer, but I don't keep anything there except for my panties, so I figured it was just Amanda getting something for her sleepover. As I slipped on a pair of sheer blue panties, I caught a look at the refelction on the mirror, I could not believe how smooth and sexy my pussy looked all freshly shaved and all, hell if I was a guy I would want to be in. At the top of the stairs, sitting in the subdued darkness of the early morning, Amelia Warren sat, and listened, as her niece, and the boy she had come to think of as her own family, had finally given in to the feelings they both shared. She smiled, as she came to terms with what had happened between them. They had both been so fragile, and damaged, by the trauma of their past, but they fit so well together, she could tell, that the two of them were going to be so much stronger, now that they. ..”She giggled.“What’s so funny?” Ben asked as he walked back into the room.Bink giggled again. I know for a fact that Ben has no defense against a giggle from either me or Bink. “We were talking about your employment as the family sperm dispenser.”“Oh.”Bink charged in. “That stupid syringe thing is sooo impersonal...”“We had that talk, baby doll,” he said.“I remember. Bink’s the one that said you were a perv, thinking you had to fuck Sara.”“I thought it was pretty well settled,” he said.“Well,.