He's the boss and I'm the slave.It's been this way since our first date. When I started acting like a brat, he put me over his knee.It was love at fir...t whack, you could say.Over the years he trained me to be a good slave Every morning I service him, snuggling under the covers and taking him into my mouth while he dreams.Afterward, I bring him his coffee. Occasionaly I do get a bit obstreperous. Hence my nickname "Little Trouble". But he's quick to put me back in line.The problem is that he's. Robin sauntered towards the couch, her hips swaying gently, urging the robe open."For you? Sure."From behind the couch, she leaned over the back. "You're nice to say so," she whispered in his ear. He could feel the heat from her breath and from her almost bare breasts against his neck. Chuck knew that if he could turn his head, her large ripe breasts would be there for the sucking. She gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "Let me know if she ever tires of you, or if you tire of her." She turned. " We got so horny, we fucked for an hour!", he chuckles. They laugh and giggle some more."I hope you have some jizz left for tomorrow?", I ask.He grabs his crotch and says, "Oh yes, I could go right now!"We all chuckle. I reach out and place my hand on his crotch and cop a feel. Juan is shocked and pulls away.He asks, "Are you going to be touching us when you take pictures?" Oh no, I'll just watch and take photos." Good. When I was a teenager, back home, my uncle always tried to touch me and I. She wore a different color for Daddy Louis every day before they left. But now, all she wanted was the plain white cotton. It was all she wore. She pulled them up her tanned, fit legs until they cupped the bare naked mound of her sex. She lowered herself onto the foot of the bed, pulled her heels up to the mattress, and spread her knees wide. Leaning back on her left elbow, she gazed into the mirror over her dresser and watched the slender middle finger of her right hand trace her magic slit.