"Ahh, yeah! Suck them...suck my balls, suck them both!" I squeezed one then other into her tiny oral portal, the one with the wide, dark-pink entrance... Gyrating my hips to swirl those balls around, she looked up at me with eyes and cheeks tear-stained from her gagging effort. I popped them out and thrust my dick in that mouth of hers, using my hand to rub and poke my rod around like a stick-stirrer in paint. Smacking and rubbing my cock against her tongue a few times, her pillow-lips, her. There was no official after-party and Bob had forbidden them to go to any unofficial one, so the tired but happy teens went home. “Home” was a pretty happy place these days. Tim hadn’t had to use his own hand to get sperm out of his penis in months and the girls got orgasms in what amounted to an ‘on demand’ situation.What made all this a bump on their tube ride were the emotions the dance brought out. Tim was fired up, perhaps more so than usual. This was the product of the fact that Emma had. Oh her hole was also pink. I touched it with oily fingers. She started shouting ‘please no please no’s told her ‘ abhi to Maine kuch kiya hi nahi he plz be strong kuch nahi hoga’ then i entered my 1 oily fingure in her ass hole. Wow it’s too tight. She started moaning. As I was standing near the bed my dick was touching her vagina. She told me ‘midland please keep distance from my vagina, I don’t want to take any risk ‘I said ok. And I placed my huge oily penis on her ass hole .once again she. When one of them would get any older or get pregnant, Horace would sell her and buy another pretty young one to replace her. He always selected ones that were petite, with good sized tits and skin the color of fine dark chocolate. Ellen grew up knowing to never talk back or complain to her husband. One thing Ellen did not like was that the slave girls were always nude around the house. Horace wanted it that way. She especially did not like that her children saw them that way but she did.