" I felt totally drained, used and helpless, exactly what sheintended for me.Mary was explaining, "The beauty of the slave being hooded is theycannot...see what is happening to them, only feel and endure it. For mynext demonstration I will remove the hood so you can watch the slave'sfacial reactions to what I do to it." She removed the funnel from mymouth and then unlaced and removed the hood from my head. When I couldsee clearly I spied Daddy and Mama standing there and each were holdinga. In that sense we had equal value, in fact mine held more as it was younger and fresher, as that night my father offered us to sleep with his old friend showed, penetrating me was of more pleasure than humping my sister Pia, but in reality, humping us both that night was probably the pinnacle of that mans life, one of a few who savored that honer. They drank and made merry while the snow fell, we all warmed to the heat of a log fire, 'I hope my bed is as warn', he said jokingly to our father,. While entering she slid her short skirt up. She was wearing no panties on and jitu took out his penis.She slowly sat taking it whole in. I started engine and drove to my place. Whole way down, jitu and ishan had her all topless. Ishan was pinching and twisting her nipples, as she was jumping on jitu’s cock.We took her into the flat.I started kissing her and the kiss. It was pretty passionate but something was missing. The love, her heart still belonged to that pimp. No matter how lusty and. .." No! I most certainly do not have to listen, you little slut! I saw you! I watched, and I heard everything you fucking said."His voice turned cruel then, a nasally falsetto, as he mimicked her words."Oh Frank! You're so fucking big! God, I can't stand it! You're so incredible! I love how you fuck me! Don't ever stop! God, I bet Danny wishes he could fuck me this good..."As he talked, his expression went from stern to angry, then to unstable. A twitch developed at the corner of his mouth, and.