"She would always look shocked, and say "But that's such an ugly word,isn't it dear?" and carry on to walk me round the portraits, anddescribe each on.... Apart from the fact that there were only six, shetreated each as if it was an Icon or other religious work to beworshipped in turn."Just take this one, Rachel darling. I'd been in a blue silk party dressall morning, with silk knickers underneath, but after lunch we walkeddown to the cove, and I stood naked in the sea for hours." She stressedthe. "Take it between your finger and thumb, and wank it like you'd do your own prick, and look at the effect on Jo."Eric did so, and Jo started to hump back at him and roll her hips in agonizing ecstasy. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning audibly in spite of the humiliation she also felt."See, now you've got her ready to fuck. Feel how juicy her cunt is! Who's going first?." Me" said Eric. "I'm two months older than Morgan"."Get on our knees, Jo, and bend over the couch, and spread your. Before Casey moved in, I would allow my manservant the opportunity to come once a week by fucking my calves while I smoked a cigarette. I enjoyed it because it was different enough from what I did with other men that it felt special and intimate to me. I know my manservant enjoyed the weekly sessions very much.Casey kept our slave locked up for nearly a month before she gave him his first opportunity to come. She did the same thing I did; sat in a dining room chair allowing slave to fuck her. Your hands grip my waist, skimming up to my chest, brushing my breasts through my skimpy bra. A strangled moan escapes my lips and I arch my back, earning yet another harder slap across my thigh. "You know better." I nod, whining softly. Feeling your hands close around my breasts, kneading and flicking my nipples, I moan ecstatically.Your hands leave my body and I whimper in disappointment, shivering as I don't know what you're doing. I hear a quiet click and jump, suddenly feeling cold metal.