Janette told them nicely to go with their friends because we couldn’t take any more passengers. They wouldn’t go and they tried to take a look at ...anette’s breast which she was covering with her palms. These guys started at her thong hungrily and greedily, devouring her entire body with eyes.Their friends were calling them to leave. But they wouldn’t obey. One looked at me and said:“Hell, man! Have a very nice fuck tonight; fuck her hard for me, OK?” Then he started touching Janette’s. Because they were my sex slaves now.I didn't intend for them to be my sex slaves. I just wanted to start an orgy in the girls' locker room. What nineteen-year-old college student wouldn't want to be in the middle of that? Before I unpaused time, I let my sex slave Aurora fuck Tracy with a strap-on dildo. At the same moment, I fucked Aurora from behind, moaning how she was my sex slave. That I owned her pussy. Tracy and Rebecca, who was standing right by us, heard me talking. They didn't know I. He would never want for female companionship. Coming to him, they would reveal their innermost secrets, desires and weaknesses which would play into his very capable hands. He would screw them, cure them and move on to the next conquest. The ethics of what he was doing now and planned in the future posed no discomfort to him at all. He acknowledged his contempt for women, stemming no doubt from the fact that his own mother had served as doormat to his alcoholic abusive father. Yes, he had hated. Then she saw him open the door to the cellar. She quietly, swiftly moved down, following him. 'Maybe he's just getting a bottle of wine?' she thought, 'This is silly of me to be spying on him like this!' Her heart was beating so fast in her chest.She waited till he went down the second narrower set of steps into the dusty old basement. She waited at the top with the door cracked open a little, 'if he was getting a bottle, he'd be back up soon, ' so she wanted to play it safe.He was down there.