“Good morning, beautiful.” I mumbled, still reeling from the early morning orgasm. I glanced at my alarm clock and saw that it was half past five,...a half hour earlier than I usually got up.“Too early. Get in here and cuddle with me. Wake me at six.” I grumbled, holding the covers up so she could slide underneath. Spooning behind her, I pulled my own covers back up, cupped her breast in one hand and went back to sleep.When I woke again, it was six on the dot, and Linda was slowly rubbing her ass. I mashed my crotch against her face, trying to bury my cock down her throat.The other women held still as Sara worked deeper into me, her hand sliding through my inner sphincter, scr****g along their forearms, the unbelievable spreading as her elbow entered me, pressing against their biceps. I watched transfixed as I viewed the advance of her hand, waiting for the magic moment when her hand joined with theirs. My ass cheeks were flattened as they spread away from each other, my insides were. My life was well settled, my needs sated twice or thrice a week at Madames establishment, my duties performed on a Saturday, I was content, no puking chambermaids fat with child like some fellows seemed fated to endure, no projeny as yet, but no hurry, and contentment with Sophias dowry to keep me contented, life was indeed most pleasant. Suddenly there was commotion, a disturbance, voices raised, voices known to me, but why? The door flew open, and there in a furious rage stood Sophia. "Hands above your head slave!" would come the command. i placed the ice cube right where she had been heating herself up so vigorously. "slaves don't cum without permission sophie; slaves must ask permission to beg. Tell me slave, does this wet slut of a cunt deserve to cum,?" 'No Sir' she was plainly guessing, so i had to educate her some more. "NO slave, this slut does not simply get what it wants, it moves to the beat of my control, this slut holds on to its orgasm until granted its pathetic.