. fuck you dude, not everyone gets a willing sex slave like your mom!"Bill thought to change the subject before another heated battle ensued - but Bil... did not consider his mother his 'sex slave'. "I don't think it was only that our mom's were starving for guys - there had to be more to it, else most guys would be banging their old ladies?"Cray took a long breath to calm down, having expected a defensive argument, "Maybe they are and none of us can tell anyone?" Both the teenagers laughed at. He steeled his hands on her back, sweeping his unruly lips on hers, and then breathing out pensively. She was his bondservant, his wife, the truth was he looked upon her as his wretched slave instead of an attractive, decent woman. Brandon, let go off me! she shrieked out through clenched teeth. Tears impotently slid out of her eyes, drenching her smooth-shaven cheeks. Pale as ash and velvety as silk, her skin was healthy, beautiful whats more. Brandon seized her throat this time and knocked. Paula told me that my wife had gone to the ladies’ room. An entertainer’s voice announced the next show: now we would meet “Annie, the killer legs’ blondie”. Paula giggled as we heard the introduction.My jaws then dropped, as I saw the “killer legs’ blondie” was my wife.Ana was there on stage, wearing now a short tartan skirt, a white blouse and white stockings, standing on sexy high heels. She looked like a perfect naughty college girl. I could not believe my eyes…Anita looked in my direction. . I didn't know what to say after she said that to me, all i replied with was.. "Hehe thanks! Not as big as nice as you're booty though" just then she said, oh you have been looking at my ass?! I nooded a yes.. I then said, i always liked your ass.. I've had fantasies about your ass, she looked at me and said, "oh really.. Like what?!" I told her how i always wanted to be her little slave, her slave she could facesit, and tie up and tickle and make me be her personal toilet and i went on and.