“Well, Lisa are you coming back to us?” I asked as we drove through Eisenhower Tunnel.“Do you want me to?” Another difference between a slave ...nd a kitten was security. The kittens never questioned I was part of their lives. They were very secure in me as their ever present master. Lisa was afraid, unsure. By now, I knew that fear was not part of her thrill. She needed the security of knowing she was mine. The insecurity she relished came from not knowing what I would do to her.“Yes, but, it. She got pregnant and they grew…. a lot. And then the day after breastfeeding was finished, she went and got implants and now she has DD. That was 15 months ago. She has big scars and her nipples look ugly. It looks like she deliberately asked for the worst way to get implants, or maybe she went to a med-student or a vet, I dunno. Of course, it turns me off. It is why she did it. She just wanted a kid so she could lay claim to my money. I need you, Amy. I am so horny and I want to help you get a. She never wanted it to end. As each of them came in her mouth or pussy her heart sank knowing it was closer to being over. Eventually they had all cum and after a few slaps of hsr ass they were gone. Gill stood and pulled up her thong trapping the cum inside her, sorted her clothes and went back to work. She was still remembering every moment 3 hours later when a rough looking man approached her till and asked if she was the slut who fucked her son and his mates earlier. Gill was suprised by. ” But I looked up at their faces andthey just carried on talking but Betsy had a great big smileon her face—still looking right into Claire’s eyes.Betsy kept talking and smiling as if she was at the ice creamshop with a girlfriend and Claire’s hand kept movingup and up. In about a minute, Claire had pushed the sun dressup to where I could see the front of Betsy’s little whitepanties as she sat there, talking, with her legs spreadand my neighbor tracing the outlines of her pussy throughthe.