He looked at me and stroked my hair, "do you know what I need?" he asked, raising my chin with his fingers. "What sir?" I said between my sobs."A slav..., that's what I need" he said and looked deeply into my eyes."But there are no slaves anymore sir, from where can you get one"I asked innocently."You will become one, Chelsea" he said laughing menacingly. "But how?" I asked, sensing this is my chance to have a roof over my head."First of all do you agree to become my slave, follow my very order. He swore, called her a whore and plunged his dick deep into her. The thickness of his cock felt amazing inside her and she screamed loudly. Tom stood in front of her, cupping his balls and stroking his cock until he was hard once more. She liked watching him as he stroked himself. She felt her next orgasm growing inside her.Keith spit onto his fingers and rubbed her asshole. This was where he wanted to go. He'd thought about fucking her ass every time she walked around his house in a tiny pair. My other hand was rubbing his thighs, slim, but muscled and coveredin fine hairs. Instinctively his legs parted wider, giving me access,giving me permission to take him to even greater heights. He moaned,muttering words which my limited knowledge of French could not understand,apart from the international meaning of lust. His cock was like steel, nowbursting out of the confines of the waistband of his briefs, the soakedmaterial now transparent and clinging round the thick meat.I leant back on. Whilst holding his thighs for support he positions the swollen tip of his cock at the slippery entrance between my legs. I balance on top of his cock for a few moments, teasing, before I slither downwards; the entire length of his thick cock disappears inside my body, filling my tight pussy.You feel your stomach churning with lust and jealousy as you try to come to terms with the emotions that are now storming through you.For a moment I sit still, and then I try a little jerk, then another,.