Did you think I would pass up the chance to cuddle a teddy bear in bed?" I was glad Sarah could respond in kind to Jenny's remark."Where's mother?" I ...outhed silently in case she was within earshot. I expected her to be getting ready for church at this time."They're both in their bedroom," Jenny replied, still smiling. "They came down about half past eight in their dressing gowns and made a pot of tea and some toast then went back to bed again. Mum's bum is still tender. She forgot herself and. ’”My wife turned to Dirk and used both hands to cradle his manhood, swinging it in my direction.“It’s beautiful, isn’t it. This is what a real man’s cock looks like, sissy boy. And it goes with his real man’s body.”“Yes, it is beautiful,” I agreed.“And he is beautiful also, isn’t he,” she continued, “Tell the truth, sissy boy. He turns you on, doesn’t he?”“Yes,” I admitted.“Maybe if you are a sweet sissy and do as you’re told, Dirk will give your pussy some attention.”“Oh yeah, that could be. She thought it a bit odd as the woman, though attractive was easily in her late thirties while no other slave was over twenty-five. The younger women, although broken as Laurel had been, were perhaps more resilient, better able to cope, for Yuki noticed the emptiness in the woman's eyes, her complete lack of a will to live. But there was something else, something in the way the woman looked, a familiarity that struck a sympathetic chord in the Asian although she was not sure why. The slaves. I was horrified and yet soo turned on watching them. His hand skimmed her belly and dove into her panties….She moaned in pleasure, and he slid them off. I found my own hand creeping into my panties. My pussy was already wet. He rubbed his finger up and down her wet slit, and he started rubbing her. She kept moving her ass on his lap; He smacked her clit and slid his fingers inside of her. Then he took off his underwear, turned her around and she started riding him. My hand was stroking my clit.