. " I bet! Go in... I want your finger. Did you do this? Fuck her ass?"She was tight but slick and her spinster tightened on the lone digit and I wave... yes..." I spent a year with her. Until I met your dad..." ... and you gave up women. Tell me about him..." ... you were complaining about me postponing things..."I pulled out and focused on those wonderfully tight cheeks and she hunched against me. The teasing was killing us both."I am learning. What was so special about him? I know he wasn't. Alana wanted it to last forever … but unfortunately, she surfaced again, with a deep, profound hunger for more. Looking down at Luke, who had stopped sucking her tits so that he could give her a kiss; Alana instead grabbed Luke’s head and kissed him passionately, invading his mouth with her snakelike tongue, using it to constrict his docile tongue. After a moment locked in this passionate embrace; Alana promptly pushed Luke away from her, pushing him back onto the bed. She then sat on. ” As far as I knew or could recall about my past experiences with my father’s slaves this was a perfect answer, which left me considering two possibilities. The cunt might be a natural slave, or perhaps she was only clever and was trying to please me to keep me from enjoying killing her immediately. From what I could remember of my father’s treatment of his slaves, or his children, for that matter, either situation called for a beating. “There are wooden rods in that barrel over there,“ I. Remembering once again how mymother used to get dressed, I gathered them into a donut shape thenstuck my toes in and pulled up. I even managed to attach them to theclasp without problem. The stockings were clear and shimmery, with nopatterns, which meant I wouldn't have to worry about keeping any seamsstraight.The short black skirt presented a minor challenge since it was all onecolor and I couldn't tell if the zipper went in the back or eitherside, but then a saw the label, assumed it should.