I thought I would die from embarrassment. But then he started to speak again, and I had to focus hard to hear the words. “Becky, you have come here ...efore us to enter a bond of love and devotion with Andrew. Do you agree to be his willing slut and his plaything, to give all of your body to please him and his friends in any wicked way he desires, till death does part you?” There was complete silence in the room. Gazes prickled over my naked skin. Embarrassment shot in heated waves through me.. “M-My Lady...” she forced herself to say. Flavia’s features remained as stony as ever, her eyes just as ice-like. If anything, Xena was more in terror of her than she was of Venetia. She recalled some of the appalling things she had done to her... and had made her do. Oh... if only she could turn back the clock! Too late. Far too late. Now Venetia was speaking again. “Slave,” she said, “I am going to outline what I have in mind for you. You are rather a special sort of slave, so you will be. Deepa loves your lips on my tits…..My cunt is all wet…My son is making me hot and wet….Rub your knee on my slit…..ohhhh behnchod…..you are making your mom hungry for your cock……The same cock….Your Lund…Which fucked my daughter is going to fuck mee…..I thought I would never tell you but I have seen you fuck my daughter with your wonderful cock…..I have spied on you…..I have been hungry for your cock, son” Deepa blurted out the truth.I heard everything my mom in law said and sucked and licked her. Her hair wasn't always up but when it wasn't the boys in the office thought it was a holiday. She wore thin rimmed glasses that she surely didn't need and her tailor must of had something to prove about the strength of his suits. It wasn't that the closes were snug, nor that they seemed to struggled to fit her assets. No it was as if every time she bent over or pushed her chest out a great war was fought. Is it porn imitating life or life imitating porn I began to wonder before she stopped her.