" but she stopped as she saw me reach for my mobile phone.Accessing my phone book I scrolled down until the number I wanted appeared on the screen. Pr...ying that somebody would answer I punched the button. It rang three times before the phone was picked up. "The Morgan residence, who may I say is calling?" This is Justin Robertson, is that you Maggie?" Yes it is Justin," she said with a giggle, "and just thinking about that big cock of your is already making me wet." Now-now, Margaret Reed, is. ..” There isn’t a hint of sarcasm in his voice, he’s asking genuinely.Dennis steps back and waves an arm toward the shed behind them... “Be my guest...”And with that Master D leads his slave off to the shed, pulling her along by the chain, her trying to keep up despite her stride-length being very short as a result of the chain between her ankles.D pauses, grabbing the heavy door of the shed, and heaving it open one handed with ease, then walks through, tugging Siobhan behind him. She totters. .I feel moisture rubbing between my inner thighs. I..I wet myself. I hug my knees closer and drape one hand over my hips. I glance my fingers against my skin. I..I…I’m wet…I had a wet dream. Looking down, my bare breasts have painful obvious swollen nipples. Even if my mind can’t remember what I was dreaming about, my body sure seems too. I try to fall back asleep, I try to fight it, but I just can’t. The fan continues to blow cold air over my body and my nipples become hard and erect. My. She was a little confused, but between the alcohol in her system and the beautiful breasts that dangled above her as she lay on her back, she had no choice but to give in too. Lena moaned as Chelsea began to lick and suck on her nipples that dangled down as Lena moved to licking her daughter’s pussy. “Mom that feels so good!” Lauren stopped licking Chelsea for a moment to say. Lena began to place her fingers gently inside her daughter’s ass as she continued to lick her pussy, causing Lauren to.