You don't move. you don't speak. you're still, but not encouraging me. not helping me to get at you. you couldn't do that. that's not the game. i'm in...charge of what happens, and how. i have to plan, initiate, dictate, and execute the moves. i'm the player in the game, you're object of the game, you're the pieces and the prize. you are the whole point. in that moment at least, you are everything.your mind races. you're desperate for me to kiss you, to want you, need you, to fuck you hard, to. After an hour, he comes in as I am putting dinner on the table with his shirt off telling me how tight her pussy is and how he can’t wait to fuck her ass I ask what about me he tells me that I will be getting mine he tells me that I can fuck the horses and make the dogs lick my pussy but I can’t fuck them because he doesn’t want them knotting me. I am so horny I am squirming he tells me to eat so we can go have some fun.We go into the barn where Carol is moaning and groaning one of the dogs is. "I have an idea of who to ask about it," Joey finally said."Who?" Your dad." Yeah! He would know better than anyone. Okay."When I got through to him, he quickly told me, "Yes, the girls probably could do it if they think they can, but you might be better off if you didn't. As long as they don't know we can undo their tampering, they might just kill their slaves instead of leaving them behind like they did Michael." Shit... Shit... Awe shit," Joey said afterwards, staring at me with a sad. I don’t think Annabelle took any of this seriously. I assumed she thought this would not last much longer once Tiffany had enough of this bitter medicine and refused to participate.“Oh gross,” Annabelle giggled as she watched my mother fuck herself with two dildos and suck the other one. “You love putting stuff up your butt, don’t you?” she asked my mom.“I am a three-hole whore, Princess Annabelle. I have three fuck holes, and my ass is one of them,” she admitted wistfully.Annabelle looked.