Now!” Sandra stopped sucking in order to plant her pussy just above my prick and lower herself upon it.“Alright, honey, let’s do this ... but ma...e sure not to resist Ana’s tongue back there!” I encouraged Sandra, who winked at me and licked her lips in response.“Are you kidding? I love getting my ass eaten by Ana, just as I enjoy tasting hers! Yeah, that’s right! Rim me! Taste my butthole while I ride Master to a fucking orgasm!” Sandra shouted triumphantly as she impaled herself on my. After cleaning I pulled her panties up towards her pretty hips and also pulled the pants up. She also lifted her divine butts a little bit so as to let the garments climb the way up. After I tied the laces of her churidhar pants I resumed my seat.When I rose up I met her commanding eyes and that was a moment of change. It was a command. Not a look. It said that from then on I was to obey her whatever she said and I don’t mean anything to her. After drinking her pee and serving her I lost my. When i sent him the proof he would send me new pics of the redhead, always better than the previous ones, but always asked for a new tribute, and always the tribute had more complex and weird conditions ("i want a pic of your cock before and after cummin", "i want a pic showing you cummed with legs open" etc.).Until, one day, he told me was going to show me the best pics of her, but i should do the tribute while we chatted (not offline, like the previous ones).. and this time the condition was. I went to her, she smiled at me, and we walked over to Ken.“Mom and Sarah, your yellow dresses, with matching bling, hurry,” I said. They giggled as they ran up the stairs together.“OK, Charles, what do you want?” Ken asked.“Before we talk poses, Ken – what size will these posters be?”“There are a couple of standard sizes, take a look at this sheet? It has sizes in metric and standard. There is an ‘A’ series and a ‘B’ series of sizes to choose from,” Ken said.“Can we give people a choice of.