Soon it grew hard into my hand. Then Jerome told me he had changed his mind. Then I figured I should watch them fuck the rest of the night just in fro...t of me...They did fuck into the wee hours of the morning. I was jerking my own cock the whole time watching that black bastard making my wife cry in both pain and pleasure. Ana’s cunt again was full of black man’s cum. Finally Jerome rolled off her to catch some rest…But Ana wanted more; so she called me to fuck her. My sensual wife got on her. Dillanleft the dimmer, first glancing at the door behind which she knew the rest ofthe staff ate their communal meal. Let them make their catty comments. Hardlycould they know the real truth ? she was actually Phillipe?s collared mas slaveand that she willingly allowed him to do almost whatever he wanted to do toher. His office was grand; one befittingnot just a manager?s, but the owner he also was. Phillipe tossed his freshlclothes and went passed paneled walls to open the door of a built-in,. What MORE could a little girl ask, than to be raised ina truly loving household than that? One where not only herown brothers love her enough to have sex with her every daywhen her body is developing and she needs sex the most, buther own FATHER is willing to fuck her, cum in her, and gether pregnant with his babies, just like he does (did) herown mother? No wonder I love my dad so much. I understand(now) that not many little girls have parents that will dothat for their kids. Can you see. . . gross.”“Define gross.”“Like . . . sitting on my face, making me lick your asshole, PISSING on me . . . you know, the raunchy stuff.”“Understood. But if I were to manhandle you a little, hold you down, make you pleasure me?”The blush returned to her cheeks. “That sounds okay.”“Good . . . and if I were to make you call me your Daddy?”She moved closer, blushing harder still. “Yes.”“And if I were to collar you . . . make you get on your knees for me?”Closer still . . . “Yes.”“And if I were to.