' was his reply. I wasn't sure what would happen, or if he expected anything to happen, but after the last week or so, I just had to get him alone wit... me again. As I ran upstairs towards my room, Grandpa got up to follow me, albeit at a much slower pace. 'Can't you bring it down here?' my Dad enquired, I guess wanting to save my Grandpa the bother of having to get up and traipse upstairs after me. 'Um, my stuff is upstairs, and my desk too. And it might take a few minutes while I write some. Try it cunt.” I leaned forward and shoved my entire tongue up my mother’s cunt. I was feeling so nasty with my father watching me as I raped my mother with my mouth. I reached down and slid two fingers up my dripping cunt as I begin to lap my mother’s pussy juice. I heard my father moan softly as I buried my head between my mother’s legs. “Still sick Dan?” Mr. Miller asked my father. “You think it’s sick, you want her to stop?” I heard Mr. Miller moving around, heard a zipper go down and. We had not seen him before. He told us that he was the boss, and that we were in his slave training house. We were his property. We had been bought, just like furniture or a lawn mower. They would do to us what ever they wished. We were property, and had no rights or any thing to say about how we were treated or what was done to us. We would learn what they had to teach us or we would die. When we were trained, we would be sold to other Masters who would do with us whatever they pleased.“He. Sierra took her time cleaning my cock and balls up with her tongue. When she was done she leaned up to me and I met her half way and gave her a deep sensual kiss. I could taste my own cum on her lips and all we could hear was the female say "OH Fuck that is hot." We giggled at each other and decided to get out of there. As I get ready to pull my shorts up she pulls my underwear off me and tells me to go commando. As she stands up her cock is still swinging between her legs and reach up.