He’d make a perfect pussy slave.”I was shocked. And excited. I couldn’t stop. I lookedboth girls in the eyes, and stroked faster. Th... girlscame into the room, and sat down on the bed with me.“Would you like to be MY pussy slave?” asked Leanne.“Yes,” I groaned. The thought of being a slave to thisred-haired beauty was just too much. “Command me!”“That babydoll looks nice on you,” Leanne replied, “andyou may keep it; but if. Well she got the message, we were not in a mood to waste time.She viciously started taking her clothes off, I have never seen so many clothes come off in such little time, the boots, stocking, her skirt and her shirt and coat was all off in a split second. There we were I in my underwear and she in her Victoria secret lingerie.. We started to kiss again and I unhooked her bra, and slowly moved my tongue down on to her neck and then to her breasts. I took her nipples in my mouth and first began. Sexual things can have that effect on people, but I think I have a way to make sure you love me, though," she mentioned, stroking my pecker."How, Rebecca?" Just like this," she announced, lowering herself to her knees.I looked at her with widened eyes and frequently shook too.She licked my member once. "I know you just shot your load, but you're not done, are you?" No, not even close." Good," she added, before taking it in her mouth."That's a perfect start for me to be sure, Rebecca," I moaned,. Gamil was carrying the little boy who had a blood-soaked rag wrapped around his left foot.“Tabib Johnny, a thousand apologies this is sister named Kareena and her son name of Harun. He has cut himself most badly.”The woman was distraught and crying, but the young boy was stoically refusing to act hurt or scared. Hala was putting pressure on the wound to staunch the bleeding.Johnny took the rag off the boy’s foot and clucked his tongue. The cut was on the bottom of the boy’s foot at the inside.