She was thousands and thousands of years old. Older. She was around from before creation. I groaned at the feel of her maidenhead. Her angelic hymen g...arding the entrance to her pussy.“You don’t have to do this,” I told her, staring up into her eyes.“I want to love you, my Lord, in every way.” Her topaz eyes hardened. “I am yours, my Lord.”She impaled her cunt down my cock. I groaned, my voice echoing around the room. My sleeping wife and daughter lay frozen around me, this moment paused. We. ”What had she done? Then the magic word, ‘bed,’ sank in. “I’m willing.”He came over and held out his hand until she took it. He helped her to her feet and pulled her into his arms. After the kiss, he led her to his bedroom. In front of a chair, he kissed her again. His tongue explored her mouth while he hugged her to him. She became quite conscious of the firmness against her belly.When he broke the kiss, he gestured toward the chair behind her. He knelt at her feet as she sat. He removed the. She realised that her life was about to take yet another monumental step forward. This was her first day in this exciting new environment that was to become her world and her life.With so many things already having changed since the death of her mother, her perverted thoughts had moved to new levels of lust after seeing her new slaves torture each other just for her pleasure. Once her driving goal had been to experience her body in ever way possible; for most of her waking hours she had dreamed. Somehow, Susan no longer felt as content in her life as before. The reorganisation of the flat left her feeling somewhat sidelined. Emma and Maisie were so rarely at the flat, and whenever they were it always seemed that it was Charlotte who got the most attention. Even Maisie these days seemed somehow more distant, even if she would insist on fucking Susan with whatever flavour of dildo had taken her fancy at the moment. She felt rather banished, staying in the bed with Josephine and Charlotte.