I am sure my parents are dead, and if not already, my last brother and sister will be too, very soon.” He took a sip of the water in the mug in fron... of him and grimaced. It was warm and had been cut with a somewhat bitter wine. He had gained an aversion to alcohol and didn’t want a repeat of the painful events a few nights before.“Ok,” thought Andrew, “I was way off target there.”“I don’t have a home to go back to now. No family, no home, and little money even after the sales I had when the. Any way you want. Forever. Please don't torture me any more."I held her for a couple of minutes while I thought that over, and finally said "I guess you'd better be in the shower when you take those panties off. Can you get there okay?"Shirley kissed my shoulder. "I am a slave. I can do anything my owner tells me to do."Maybe I'm not the crazy one here... "Okay, the first thing your owner tells you is to love, cherish, and obey him for the rest of your life." Oh, good, I can do that. What's the. So without hesitation, I walked over to her. She took off her shirt and out popped the most juiciest breasts. I took them both in my hands and began to suck on her nipples. As she began to moan, I began to play with her clit. She was getting wetter by the second. I turned her around and bent her over the dresser. I put her right leg on the dresser and began to suck, lick and flick my tongue across her warm, soft pussy. As she began to moan louder, she screamed, "Oh baby! Eat that pussy! Get. Then I saw she was wearing a corsage. It was black with deep red stripes and was obviously made from the same material her boots were. This piece of cloth ended underneath her breasts. I loved my mother’s for sure and liked the size of May’s and Ling’s, too. I knew all six of them were fake and I just loved the way they looked. I enjoyed the way the skin was pulled firm over the implants. But compared with the breasts this girl had they were small. I couldn’t really estimate the size- maybe an.