Itwas particularly embarrassing to have to relive it all again.Tina was incredulous. "I can see what Ken looks like, but I reallydon't believe he's y...ur sex slave."Jill had a different angle. "Let's say we do believe everything you'vetold us. How about letting us in on it?"Sharon did not like this idea. "He's our sex slave. Why should weshare him with you? What's in it for us?"Jill did not have an answer for this. She thought this over for a longtime. Then she excused herself and walked. I watched from the kitchen as she worked with her back to me, watching her bend over and show off her legs. My stomach lurching and my cock aching, I slowly went outside and walked across the garden. It was a hot summer day, and I could see as I got closer that my mum was sweating, her legs were glistening in the sun. She looked over her shoulder at me as she bent down, and smiled.“Hi,” she said casually, “you okay?”I nodded awkwardly as my mum stood up and turned to me, she was sweaty all. I could feel every fold of your cunt as it slid backwards onto my cock. Every ridge, every bump of your velvety smooth and warm pussy engulfed my shaft. You continued to gasp for breath as inch by inch, my thick throbbing shaft slid inside of you. Once neither of us could move any further, we held ourselves in position for a minute.“Wow, I could sleep like this every night!” I said and kissed your neck.“Jeeze babe. You feel even bigger than you look! I love this. I can’t imagine anything being. "How about the other people who live here?" No one's said anything to me," said Ken."Well we'd like to determine that for ourselves," she replied."You said that they were at the edge of my property," said Ken. "What would make you think that?" Because we followed the tracks of their vehicles to your wall," said Cordoba."I see."Again, more silence."Mr. Whitestone, this would be a lot easier if you'd help us out," said Riser.Ken leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers."Detective," said.