She moved her head to whisper in his ear, her pubic mound pushing againsthis rigid penis. "Areyou willing to do what ever I desire?" "Yes"he replied"A...eyou willing to be used for my pleasure?" Yes"he whispered."Areyou willing to be my slave then?" Forever"he croaked, barely audible. Adam was almost shaking with anticipation. Whatwould she want him to do.She movedher head back, then gently grabbing his head in her hands kissed himpassionately on the lips. She probed his mouth with her tongue,. . . for me. What had I ever willingly sacrificed for anyone? In a word . . . NOTHING . . . not one gosh darn thing!’ ‘It took me a long, long time to understand how mean and nasty I had been. I promised myself I was going change.’ ‘Then one day Grandpa came up to my room and told me there was someone who wanted to see me. I didn’t want to but he convinced me I needed to go with him.’ ‘He took me down to the parlor and closed the door behind me. The man standing there turned around.’ ‘It was. Sasha stood up infront of the couch and grabbed Ray by the hand he rose from the couch and they were kissing pasiontly and they headed to the bedroom I went and made a drink and entered the bedroom a few minutes later, Sasha was stripping off Ray at the bedside she was out of the lacey dress and just in the sexy lingerie her pussy was glistening with her love juices and she was talking so dirty to Ray it turned me on. She was telling me how she was going to take every inch of his thick cock and. I had to be sure that I wouldn't miss any of their conversations. I found the perfect place above the kitchen window. The window had venetian blinds and curtains. Standing on a chair I was able to place the recorder on top of the venetian blinds and hide it behind the ruffle on the top of the curtains. With the recorder in place and turned on I walked around the room talking and then listened to what I had recorded. It was perfect. The recorder picked up everything. I erased what I had recorded.