We walked a few feet away, because she wanted to ask something without Ted. The camera stayed on them, they were having a good time."Would you be happ... carrying his baby?" Bree asked."Yes, of course," I replied."Good, I'm just asking you not to string him along then. I'm not saying to start trying soon, but let him know that you really want a baby with him," Bree whispered."Okay, mom," I said.She put her lips right onto mine, and they didn't leave for over three minutes."Words can not express. "Play with your mother's tits" my father ordered. I lifted her breasts and figured her nipples. Then licked her nipples. I never did this to my mother. However as a sex slave, she was available for my enjoyment. That is if her owner allows this or if I own her.It is time for the bidding to start. Dad and me took our seats. The slaves were paraded in. All were naked and had their hands tied behind their backs. The women circled the stage a few times and then ordered to kneel in a line with their. Cherane gasped for airand bathed in the glow of the most satisfying fuck shehad ever had. But it was not over yet.Cherane’s over-ravished body slumped to the mattress. Shefell asleep almost immediately; while Foxy lay on theother side of the room licking his huge cock clean of theresidual evidence of Cherane’s lubricating fluids.Moments, later after finishing, he suddenly got back upon the bed and began to lick Cherane’s battered pussyonce again.She awakened from her restful. Impossible to hear what was happening by the door, the shuffling of feet, but how many feet? She was quite sure that she could not hear heels, but would they be stupid enough for the woman to wear heels. Meg jumped again as the bedside radio came to life, quietly, but enough to mask incidental sounds, oh very clever, just enough to be background and not interfere. The first thing she felt was hands, stroking hands. Meg felt quite sure they were Jonathan's hands, but, it struck her, how we take.