"In fact it was almost too easy. This one's eager to be a sex slave."As I lie on my back with Beth's weight pressing down on my face I realized that I...had just been given the chance of a life time; to be a couples sex slave. Not just Master Mark, but Beth too would be dominating me. It was an exhilarating thought and I pushed my tongue into Beth’s ass with new vigor, reaching deep inside her.She giggled, "Feels like he likes that idea. Mm-mm, that's nice."When Beth moved it was to turn and lie. Vandereeken’s eyes now did you? >< No, what did you drink? She is not an Elf. >< We will talk of this at home. >----- On the way home I suddenly felt alone. Some unanswered big questions that had bothered me most of my life and the problems I should not have at my age crashed into each other.Why did I have foster parents?Why did the Juneau Elven society deny the Eleventh Elevation in me?How could Alasie be my foster mother without being married and how did it come to be she looked like she. A kiss of love. "Wow... I love you...," she whispered, looking deep into his eyes, both of them in a trance. He was intrigued by her steel blue eyes. "Let's go, we have dinner reservations." As they drove his eyes were locked on her, looking up and down her body. Tracing the curves of her body with his eyes. First, her tan, silky smooth neck. Then over the curve of her firm, gorgeous, breasts. Then over her firm, flat belly, and her amazing hips that he could not wait to hold. Down her thighs. “Sway mac,” she smiled.She seemed so engaged that I thought I’d thumb to a few pages to see if I could give her some ideas. I knew I’d never get her out of her clothes, so I skipped the fucking pages and instead found pictures of blow jobs. The girl in the magazine ran her tongue along the length of the guy’s shaft on one page and then deepthroated him on the next. Then skipping ahead a few pages, he pulls his cock from her ass to shoot on her face. Undeterred by the cock’s recent residence.