"You've seen enough."This brought on another round of discussion about slaves and runaways and how none of us could be trusted. I didn't listen too mu...h as I tried to close my ears to the sound of the girl crying while she was fucked. The man doing it was large and trying to hurt her, I thought, slamming his prick inside her hard and then pulling nearly all of the way out so he could do it again. I concentrated on making my Master feel good, sucking his penis the best I knew how in the hope. It was nothing like those she had faked for me in the first months of our marriage; her whole body tensed up and she threw her head back and let out a long, shuddering moan before sinking down on top of Mark."Oh wow, that was amazing," she said after resting for a few minutes. "I could go on like that all night. In fact, I think I will!"Mark laughed, and glanced at me. "And what about him?" He asked, his voice dripping contempt."Oh, let him enjoy the view. I'm sure he'll find it most. "Mom, that kinda hurts," my oldest said softly as I realized that I was squeezing his poor penis tighter and tighter while we watched."Sorry," I gushed, realizing just how caught up I was in watching Stacy and Adam so beautifully entwined in life's most pleasurable and intense diversion."Aren't they beautiful together?" Ryan said and I whispered, "Yes, but I still can't believe this is happening quite like this." Well, relax, Mom, and enjoy it. It's just the four of us and the horses shouldn't. She stopped by the door.“No, You not thinking?” I grimaced.She grabbed my hand and pulled me in.We were a sweaty pair.Her face was dripping and her t-shirt was all wet, her breasts stood out against theclingy shirt. We were all over each other. Mary jumped up and wrapped her legs around meOur sweaty bodies clung to each other. I set her on the sink. We rubbed up against each other.My shorts were off, hers were off. She was begging me to fuck her. My sister?There was no stopping now.She.