Maine mam se puch liya ki aapko unki yaad nhi aati ? ? To unhobe kaha bohat yaad aati h unki bhi aur unke . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .To maine mama s... pucha ki kyaPehle to unhone batane se mana kar diya phir maine thoda aur pucha to wo kehne lagi ki unke sex ki bhi bohat yaad aati h . Ab humaare bich aisi hi baate shuru ho gyi . Unhone bataya ki unhe blue picture dekhna bhi pasand thi . Aur khaskar BDSM aur Sex slaves .Unhone mujhse pucha ki kya mai unka slave banunga maine pehle to mana kar. Sold by her mother into service of the Duke. Not as a sex slave, no, although it had been made clear that her body was not hers, and "no" was never to be uttered in response to ANY order or request. She probably would be raped, eventually, by some guard or cook. Not by the Duke, though. While Heather's fourteen year old body would be considered incredibly desirable by any who held interest in the female form, the Duke ... at least, so the rumors said ... tended to favor those not so feminine. Next, she slipped off her sandals and then began to unbutton and unzip her jeans, slowly shimming out of them. Grabbing the bottom of her chemise Mary tugged it up and over her head, dropping it on top of her jeans. She was left standing there in a very skimpy red lace bra that could barely contain her ample tits and a wisp of lace covering her pussy. As she went to unfasten her bra, Stan jumped to his feet and grabbed her hands, pushing them to her side.Placing his hands on each side of her. The poor guy didn’t last long. In less than a minute he started to tense and tried to pull away from your hungry lips, but you released the other cock from your hand, grabbed him by the hips and pulled him deep into your throat, not letting him go. I heard him whimper and felt you go still as you sucked his seed into your throat, but I didn’t let up on you, continuing to fuck into you. I could not believe what I was watching you do. You spat out that cock and started fucking back into me as you.