A few days past and we had phone sex talking about the incident in the park. It turned on both of us and would make up stories or these kind, and have...nice steaming sex when ever we met.One day, I dont know why I just shared this incident with my flat mate. Both of us used to live in the 2 bedroom apartment. We had a rule, when I am with Fara he should not be in the apartment and when He is wish Nisha I would go out and let them enjoy.He listed to the whole story and said he wanted to confess. “Oh, yes, James.”Her breathing quickened, and those delicious breasts jiggled over my head. My free hand, not fingering her asshole, slid around her side and up her body. I grasped her right breast, squeezing it, her nipple so hard. She shivered as I brushed her nub.I loved the sounds she made.I fingered her asshole, pumping in and out while my tongue swirled through her silk. I teased her, loved her, savoring every juicy delight her fourteen-year-old body had to offer. My dick throbbed as I. We're going to need them constantly." She leaned in and whispered in my slut's ear. Amanda smiled, then shot me a look, and stared back down.Impudent slut."Now I know you're important and all," I said. "But those are my slaves." The Living Gods have yet to finalize the rules for taking sex slaves," Alison said, fixing her eyes on me. "Until that time, only the Gods may possess them." I misspoke," I flushed. "They act like my sex slaves. Willingly. They're my submissive sluts."Alison's hand went. "I looked outside and saw we were at a rest stop.When my father saw I was awake he said, "Go with your mother, her andyour sister are going to the restroom."I quickly ran up to catch up with them.My mother said, "Bobbie, you are going to go in the ladies room with us."My sister said, "But only because they don't have a little sissy's room."she laughed.I went in the stall next to my mother. When I was done I washed my hands.My mother was still in the stall.She said, "Bobbie, go out and wait with.