Only personal slaves are trained by Mistress Raell.’ The duo sat quietly, Slade waiting and Drake thinking. Drake could feel fear once again coiling...up in his stomach. Personal slave to the dragon? What had happened the slaves before Slade? Drake flinched as the door to the room opened. Mistress Raell strode in. Drake was relieved she was in all human form, with no talons or tail to be seen. She ignored the two slaves, instead tending to some papers on her desk. Drake followed Slade’s advice. I had no idea how my mom and grandmother could have fucked hundreds of men at one time during their record breaking porn movies. Maybe I would become used to it over time, but until then, I would have to limit my gangbangs to a max of 8 or 10 men. I was feeling a bit better when I woke up to my dad sitting next to me. He had a worried look on his face and we ended up talking about my night out. I explained to him about doing my first US porn shoot and how the excitement had led to my wild night. “You gonna go swimming in your shorts?” Sandy asked as she motioned them inside, “Or do you need to change first?” “No, just what we're wearing,” Bob said as they followed Sandy through the house. “I got a small problem,” Sandy said over her shoulder as she led the parade. “There is no way I can wear that same suit I was wearing the other day. It’s not big enough and the top keeps slipping off.” At her announcement, there was a collective, but almost inaudible, groan that came from the three. But my nipples were hard and jolts of sexual electricity sparked through them as they rubbed against the warm sheets. And my pussy was moist and the sheet soaking up my spreading wetness. Ring. Ring. ‘Hello’. And my breathing stopped. A whisper of ‘Hi’ was all that came out. This was greeted with laughter, and all of a sudden I relaxed. And breathed deeply. Great! I sounded like a 1-900 number. Which, under the circumstances, maybe was not off the mark. ‘Hello’ again. Followed by ‘I miss you’..