If one of my men speaks to you, you will respond and call them sir. The same goes for your daughters. Do you understand, mama", he asked and Marissa l...oked into this dark eyes. His gaze was filled with an emotion that Marissa couldn't quite identify, but she feared it all the same. "Yes, master", she responded and the man nodded. "Good. Now, as you can tell, you and your daughters are my captives. From this moment on, you all belong to me and I will do with you as I wish. However, the choices. I remember seeing those stains in Mum and Dad's bed many years ago: proof that despite Mum's prudery, she was enjoying sex as much as anyone else. Then when my sister got her first boyfriend, the stains on her sheets became an obsession of mine. I'd go into her room not just to seek out her soiled knickers but to pull back the covers and look at the stains left by her and her lover. The lighter marks from her own vaginal secretions, the darker one's from their fluids mixed together after he'd. She was different than Yngve. To my surprise, she was not afraid of much.She was neither hysterical nor stupid, like Hogun and all the other men claimed woman would be. The women’s bathroom of the Grey Lines space bus terminal became our secret lair and she learned quickly. She was not as enduring and strong but what she lacked there she more than compensated with speed and agility. She could flex and bend her body in ways that made me hurt just looking. Equally she was my teacher and I learned. I started ramming her holding her hips and she was moving her hips against mine, we settled into a nice rhythm and after I while I stopped pushing and she went back and forth sliding over my dick. I bent over and kissed over her naked back and put some water and foam over her body and played, I reached for her boobs and squeezed them hard I bend over and held her hair bun. It got loose and I was able to clutch it in one bunch. I pulled her hair and held her hips and started fucking her.