“And stop pouting. You're our slut, remember. We can throw you out of our bed whenever we want. Just be happy we decided to use you as our sex toy t...is morning.” “Yes, Master, sorry Master,” Allison apologized and strode out of her room, her tight, teenage ass swayed beautifully as she walked away. Mary bit her lip, and it looked like she wanted to say something. I stroked her hair and waited patiently for her to speak. Finally, she said, “Mark, can …” She cleared her throat. “Can you do it.. What she did say was that the reason for their split was that Amy had been too rough.Which I had understood as Amy having beaten her, or something close.Now, helpless on the floor of our living room, I began to reflect my meager knowledge. Perhaps I had captured the meaning right, and Amy was some kind of domestic abuser. Or, and the longer I thought, the more reasonable it appeared, she was into kinky bondage games. That would also explain why Nell didn’t scream and run every time we. Well, at least she didn't have to ask me questions that I would be concerned in answering. This took more pressure off of me. I did notice that my discovery in both situations (the wet spot and the books) began to affect my cock. I felt it beginning to get hard. I looked down and the bulge was noticeable. I turned and practically sprinted back to my recliner so that she wouldn't catch me if she turned around and came back for the book. That would be all I would need. Having to explain to Jack. I told her that it was my turn to taste her. Since the living room had a fireplace in it I lit the fireplace before my belle arrived. Laying my belle down on the carpet in front of the fireplace, again I started passionately kissing her again. Then I pulled away from her lips and started kissing my way down her chin to her neck and then down to her cleavage. Once again I worked my way onto her nipples and started gently sucking on them and rolling them around with my tonque. From there I.