The assigned foster parents were Mister and Mrs. Carmine Agostino. They were a pair of ill- suited partners with a history of serious offenses against...their young charges that bordered on criminal activity. However, the need for foster homes was so great that the local agencies overlooked the obvious and let the bad ones continue to operate just as long as they didn't do anything to make the system look bad.The Agostino's already had a young girl under their care called Cindy Adams. Young Cindy. If they say ‘no’, then the answer is ‘no’. It’s no different than if you asked your neighbor to borrow their lawnmower and they refused.”Dworkin paused a moment to let his words sink in before continuing. “You will notice the concubines are all naked. This is a gentle method we use to reinforce their status. Once you get to your apartment, you are free to dress your concubines however you see fit, though we do recommend, at least for a few weeks, you keep them naked or in the revealing shifts. But one fateful day I looked up... it was her boyfriend. I fucked up. He's angry. This is their story.Why, do you ask? Good question. In all my travels, boyfriends seem to have varying levels of territorialism. Some have the friendly "Yeah, she's hot, huh?" question. Some boyfriends that know what they have to carry off the relaxed demeanor... until you get too close. They all have one thing in common: "You can look but you do not touch." Which is my philosophy. Except for this man.I was on. Julie was still stroking my cock with a slow rhythmic motion. I guess that the shock of my fiery red head’s sudden appearance on the dance floor hadn’t spoiled her ardor. I watched Julie’s eyes as Mom gently pulled her hand from around my steely member. Mom’s soft grasp replaced Julies insistent stroking as she pushed Julies hand from my pants. The touch of her hot flesh against my rigid meat sent a shock wave coursing through my body and my knees went weak. Mom gripped my rock hard cock.
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