Phir maine unke pure muh ko chatne laga… Phir niche aane laga dheere dheere… Me ab unka neck chatne laga….. Unke muh me dhimi dhimi aawaj aane l...gi… Unki saase ekdm tej hone lagi….Phir me unke boobs chusne laga blouse ke uper se hi… Maine unki saare nikal di… Ab woh mere samne peticoat aur blouse me thi…. Phir me unka pet chatne laga… Woh hilne lagi… Karvate lene lagi…. Maine phir unka blouse aur peticoat khol diya ab woh meri samne bar aur chadi mee thi… Woh kehne lagi ke tum bhi kapde nikal. They were purely functional, and that was before the kids. But again, I am an ass man, so that never bothered me. Until that day.That day I saw near perfection, or what hinted at it. Even an ass man, confronted with shameless, bursting with pride perfect tits, melts like butter on a hot roll."Hi! I'm Angie!" She squeaked in a bubbly voice, her eyes fluttering once, a sly smirk now on those great lips. She had the type of lips where she had a lot of control over them, very muscled, very. I felt his cock press against my asshol just like 2 weeks before that night in my bed but this time I was lubed and open enough his cock went right in until I felt his big balls up against mine. He slowly went in and out saying how good it felt. He kept slowly in and out as I moaned in pleasure my cock was flexing with each deep push in with his cock. Bobby reached around and grabbed my cock and with one stroke I released a load of cum on his hand and he instantly released his load in my ass.. " Where are we?"No one seems to know, exactly. Of us, I mean; I'm sure Sahib and the others do, but they never tell us." What do they want with us?" Different things for different slaves," John replied. "Some are brought here as sex slaves. Those generally service the Sahib for a time, then become public use slaves here in the compound, before being granted to his associates as rewards. I suspect they don't last long after they are given away. Some are here to cook, or clean, or whatever. Some.