"Sarah! Melanie! Get the new slut ready for tonight!"Two of the slave girls came over to me and, leading me by the leash still attached to my collar, ...ook me through a door and into what were apparently the rooms for slave preparation. There they bathed me, shaved any hair from my body, and applied makeup and perfume to me. They were also from my home city, but had been captured several months earlier while traveling, before the current conflict had broken out. We whispered furtively in our. The hospital bed in his room was now gone. Hospice had it removed two days after Rosie died. When he sat on the edge of his bed, he could hear Robin in her room humming while she worked. He sighed and walked down to her room to see if she wanted any help, though he knew that was silly. How could he help? When he stood in the doorway, he noticed she was wearing the same black yoga pants she’d worn the day she arrived over a year ago and liked how they strained at her ass. There were still some. He had caught me staring at his dick. I said to him, ‘you really do have an amazing looking cock’. Spencer replied, ‘So do you’. That was Liz’s cue. She popped her head up from his big cock and said to Spencer, ‘It would be a huge turn on for me to watch my husband give you a blowjob…would you do that?’ Spencer smiled and said ‘Sure!’ Spencer opened his legs and I laid in between them and went to work on his cock. I spit on it and lubed u my hand so I could stroke his meat as I attempted to. I suggested to Tim that his mother, Beth, would make an excellent candidate. He immediately agreed. At 65, she was the most sexually crippled person either of us knew. Her youthful looks now completely and utterly vanished, her breasts sagging to her knees, her vagina dry as the Sahara Desert, all she had in her rotten life was shopping, shopping and more shopping. But shopping excessively hadn't compensated for the lack of a good screwing. We both knew how tormented she was. Of course,.