"What in the world... ? Why is Bill like that?" That's the present Bill gave me. He gave me a slave for the weekend. Right now that's not my husband, ...r even Bill. He is just my sex slave." Wow!" said Brenda and continued to stare. I was humiliated on one level and my face flushed. But on a deeper level I was thrilled to be on display as a sex object. I knew that my body, although not buffed, is attractive. My cock is only average in size, but shaved and hard as it was I was proud of how I must. I went to the bathroom & returned shortly & got busy tidying up the room when I noticed a heavy-set, young, black man standing across the hall staring at me. I just thought it was because I was in my jockstrap & bending over as I was straightening out the mattress. But after I thought about it, I began wondering. Because this was an overwhelmingly predominately Latino bath house, I immediately thought to myself that a third black top at my door was more than a coincidence & I wondered if maybe. She had not cum this many times in one sitting ever. She could feel her knuckles going white as she gripped the duvet harder and harder, trying to stay in control of her wild, shaking body. Where the fake cock had penetrated her, Terri felt her cousin's warm juices flowing down and dripping onto her legs. Ruth was getting just as excited being this dominant, hard-fucking bitch. Ruth was also letting out loud gasps of breath as she could feel her own body weakening the more she fucked her. Just about anything a husband and wife could do. I made contact with a lady who was having a private party in her home for new people, to let them know that there were quite a few mother and son teams in the world. She had told me that her son was my age and he also was wise enough to be the man in her family. She invited us to join them this weekend to meet others just like us. There would be over a hundred mother and sons at the party. I told mom about it and it excited her even though she.