" She replied. 'Well.' I thought, 'that's settled.' Mari then turned to look at me with a gorgeous, radiant smile. She leaned over close and carefully...kissed both of my cheeks. "Very much." She repeated quietly. Mari then returned her gaze to Mom."Do you?" she asked Mom. Mom seemed completely taken aback by the question."Do I what?" she asked."Do you like being Awndy's girlfriend?" Mari asked again. "Also?" she added."I don't know what you mean." Mom stammered clearly unsure of what was being. While I didn’t intend to make any of my daughters a sex slave, I had to accept who each of my girls is if I’m going to be able to take care of each of them. Even though it was contrary to my personality, I had to learn to be a Master to take care of Wendy, so I would simply train and then keep Ann to be another slave girl if she couldn’t forget her taste of submission.I fucked Ann hard, the way she’d asked me to, so I had a cumming, screaming, hot mess of a teen girl writhing under me on our. Cruising around Kings Cross at ten thirty at night was new to Terry and doingit in a limo was even more novel, she didn't realise so many girls worked thestreets, terry lived a world away from this life style. Most of the women lookedso rough, like this had been there life since a young age, all types wherethere, Europeans, Asian, Black, terry guessed a lot of the white girls wouldprobably be former Russian states, that had that really icy cold beauty, orwhat was left of there beauty. Terry. Marian began going out at night without saying where she was going. She'd come home early the next morning smelling of sex. Sometimes when I needed her to satisfy my horny impulses after her night out, I could feel that I was not the first she had that night. Her pussy would be sloppy wet with another man's cum and strangely it turned me on. So I never minded her time outs with strangers.On one of her escapades, Marian told me that her car ran out of gas on the way to lunch with girlfriends..