It would be just like them to send her food instead of money. The dorm room she had didn’t have a stove or even a microwave so Amaya worried that th...y might have sent her something she couldn’t even use. The package was kind of small, so Amaya was hopeful that it couldn’t contain food. Perhaps her parents had sent her money in a box because they didn’t trust stuffing envelopes with money?Or maybe the package was from her boyfriend, John. Amaya bit her lip as she thought of him. He was her first. She had backed on to it and I heard her moan and as I turned I could see the tip of this cock slowly enter her. I watched as she backed as far as he could go. There was still space for me to lick his balls. It hurt me to watch my wife get fucked but the excitement of this cock overcame my hurt and I found myself getting aroused. As I kissed his balls I felt movement, he was going to shoot his load right up her hole. I watched as he filled her up. My cock twitched and I held out my hand to catch. She was slurping heavily on Blake's cock, hanging right over my face, drool and precum dripping down onto me. I was tied down, however, and couldn't move.My mom slurped on the long cock above me, covering every inch of Blake with drool. I watched her lips coat his dick, slurping and sucking everything. Her nipples and tits felt soft against my chest, and I felt disgusting watching my mother do this to me.Soon, she changed position, scooting her body up me and resting her ass cheeks on my face.. We will only obey you." When I count five you will all awaken. One ... Two ... Three ... Four ... Five," he counted and snapped his fingers. The seven women looked at him with adoration in their eyes and he smiled as he thought of the coming battle. Lydia reentered the room and resumed her seat."Does anyone here want to be rescued by these heroines?" he asked. "Do you want to return to your old lives?" NO!" they all shouted. The very thought of leaving their Master filled them with dread. What.