. " she begged."Gweny-Gweny, time to pee!" said the unrelenting Nica, unseen beneath Gwen's soccer-ball tits, the only parts of Gwen able to respond u...restrained to the tickle torture and doing so to ridiculous extremes.Gwen's bladder was in agony. Nica seemed to lack the capacity to get bored. Gwen tried to decide if she was accomplishing anything by her resistance when she realized that Nica had stopped. Gasping for air, she realized that Nica was cheering. With dawning horror, she realized. Fuck yeah. I felt them, nice and firm. I pinched her nipples lightly. Nice Jenny said. I shouldn't tell you this but I went home yesterday. and rubbed another one out.I told her a hot wet pussy is a terrible thing to waste. Touch'e she said.Jenny clicked on a longer running porno film. We dropped to the floor and made out. I followed Jennys lead. I watched a lot of porn so I wanted to try some of the things I saw.I was feelings Jennys tits and ass as we mad out. I thought I'd go for the honey. I stopped for a moment, put my bag down and hung up my coat. Finally, I addressed my slave."What is it?" This slave humbly asks to be punished, Master." She told me in a soft, slightly querulous voice.I walked behind her, studying her form. I saw her raven black hair, coming to a point just below the nape of her neck, exposing her black collar. I took in her flawless back, narrowing at the waist and then flaring sharply. I could see her buttocks, currently unmarked. That would change."You may. “Yes, she’s my daughter. But, the ... genetics side of things was handled by Morgana,” I stated.“Which means she has no good memories of your ... coupling, just a daughter. And she wants those memories desperately, John,” Imelda answered.“Ahhh...”“John, part of your charm is that you don’t really get women. Which makes you a lovely tease, but occasionally makes it very frustrating for us, your wives, in getting you to do the right thing, particularly when it comes to sexual activities outside.