”“I’m not your slave, Dustin,” Bridgette said, eyes flaring as she reached up to wipe away the spit. “I’m a slut and I love cock and being...treated like a whore, but I am not a slave. I decide who I fuck, not you.”The boy was on her in a second, grabbing her hand and twisting it behind her back in a brutal hammerlock. His other hand sank into her hair snapping her head back, so that she was forced to look up into his face. Slowly, deliberately, he spit into her face again, this time aiming for. " Belad was set on this course before I arrived, Adira. My coming has only hastened it a little." True enough," she sighed, "but I had hopes that I could divert her down some other path." She frowned and threw the oil soaked rag in her right hand down onto the small table in frustration. "And yes, I know — hope will not feed the hungry." I am the excuse that Belad has found to make his challenge over, Adira, but in doing so he has revealed his backer, and he has forgotten one thing. Perhaps you. I caught the bus and arrived home just on sunset.Soft music was playing and mom had been busy lighting candles again. This time she was laying back on the lounge with a glass of wine and another on the coffee table for me. “Honey I’m home!” I said with a big smile and gave her a welcoming kiss. She looked amazing. Hair, make-up and jewelry beautifully done, and the briefest pair of white lace panties, stockings and matching high-heel shoes. She hadn’t bothered about her top half and her. They laid next to me taking turns going down on me. After a while my mom laid down and I started to eat her out. I look up and saw my sister sitting on my mom face my mom was licking my sister while my sister was grinding up against her face. My sister grabbed the headboard and started to get off. At this point I got up, pushed my moms legs up and plunged my dick into her wet pussy. After my sister got off on my mom’s tongue she slid down my mom and they started kissing I spread my sister ass.