"Were are we gonna sleep," she said scratching her head and looking at the mess. I had managed to clean up most of my future bedroom enough to get my ...ed set up and a palate on the floor. With her hands on her hips she turned to me with her brows swinched and said,"i surly hope you dont expect me to take the floor?" "No no no you get the bed," I quickly responded. With that we got to cleaning since we would be using the bedroom as a rest and sleeping quarters we decided to give it a deep clean.. . well. Quite a spectacle.The computer table faced out into the hall, and my mother's laptop was open and running. And so, for that matter, was she! She wore a hybrid microphone/headphone headset, and nothing else. She had turned the wooden chair around, and through the bars meant to support one's back as they worked, I could see her sex, open and dripping, great puddles forming on the wood between her spraddled legs. Her amazing, full breasts heaved, and she was covered in a thin sheen of. "Time for the main course, lick me!!" she purred, and lowed her pink slit with just a nice lite patch of red hair above it. Rachel was more then happy to do the redheads order, circling her wet clit, teasing her lips and folds with long light strokes of her tongue. Very soon the girl on top was moaning and panting heavely, Sarah had been right, she was amazing, not like silly boys and their rough moronic hands and mouths. It didn't take long untill the red haired girl was feeling like a. On the third level the slave keeper opened a door and led her into a room. Jennifer nearly passed out from the realization that she was about to be tortured. The room was full of equipment. Several very strong racks were here and there, all with leather harnesses attached to them. Jennifer wanted to ask why she was going to be punished but held her tongue. She didn't want to do anything to unnecessairly upset the slave keeper. She passivly stood still while he removed her transportation.