I took a long sip of the cool lemonade. I was going to make this treatlast. It was cool, just sweet enough, and as nice as I hoped it would be."I made...that," he said. Then blushed again, obviously feeling awkward atwhat he'd unconsciously said."It's real nice," I said.The room fell silent. My friend just stood there awkwardly in all theenforced feminine finery his cruel mistress forced upon him day afterday. I tried to think of the right thing to say. His presence kind ofmade me feel bad.The. “Dad wasn’t worthy of your love. You deserve so much better. I hope you know that.”“I do, I do,” she said. “You know, this is going to sound weird, but sometimes I wish you were not my son.”I wasn’t sure I heard her right. I just looked at her unsure by what she meant. “Don’t get me wrong, I love you so much sweetie! It’s just that I wish we could be more than just mother and son. You’ll probably get all freaked out, but sometimes I wish I could show you my love physically.”Just like that, my. And the smell. The Overseer’s whip rubs past my shoulder... I start shaking... God! What’s he going to do to me now?It smells of a****lic sweat and sex and female slaves down here. It comes from these twenty four female prisoners turned into galley slaves and all at the mercy of my prick. Twenty four highclass females I can **** whenever I fancy. And I make them row until they die of exhaustion or from my little punishments. No one dared to protest, not even to look me in the eyes. Just. Greg slapped my face with his hard cock. “I said suck bitch!” I opened my mouth and started to suck his cock. Taking just the head at first and then a little more. I think he ran out of paitents with me. Greg grabbed my head and started to fuck my face. OMG!!!! I was loving this. There I was in a wedding dress sucking a hard cock on my hands and knees. Then I heard Greg say “You know baby today is all about fantasies. Well I have always had a fantasy about sharing my wife with my buddies”“Yeah.