In some sense, this was true; your word is essentially law inside the Breeding Complex. In another sense it was not true: you are very much a prisoner...here. The survival and propagation of the human species depends on your safety; you would never really be allowed to leave. But of course, why would you want to?By now, the Breeding Complex was large enough that it should really be called the Breeding City. You wonder if anyone has considered changing the name, but at the end of the day you don't. My sexual prison. I arrived to my house and discovered it was dark no lights inside, not even a porch light left on for me. What a fucking bastard! I sat in the drive way just thinking of what I was going to do. I thought of how much I hated him at the moment because he would not be fucking me tonight. My thoughts quickly turned from anger to thoughts of fucking and to the thoughts of the stranger I met earlier. I started thinking of where he was and what he was doing and how big his dick was.. It was the luckiest accident of my life.I was driving home to my property outside of the small town of Stanwood Mi. when I saw the rear end and taillights of the car in a ditch on the road that leads to my house. I turned my flashers on and went and looked at the car. The accident must have just happened as the rear wheels were still spinning.I looked in the car, and there were two people in the car. The driver was a young lady that I guessed to be about 22 or 23. In the rear was a child of. I reached for her saree and removed it. Now Mother had only her blouse and her underskirt. I looked at her, my cock throbbing. Her huge breasts looked as if they will tear her blouse. Her large ass was pushing out her underskirt towards outside. I wondered what will be the reaction of my mad Mother if I proceed with undressing her. Hesitantly I reached for her blouse and unbuttoned it and removed it. She didn’t even notice that I had removed her blouse. Now her breasts are covered only in an.