Which meant my body was his for him to enjoy however he wanted. I whimpered softly up at him and leaned up, brushing my mouth against his, letting his...lip ring rub against my mouth. He smiled and slid his hands through my short hair and I eased back down, catching his hands, threading my fingers through his. "I don't want to do anything we planned today," I say softly, looking at our hands, the tips of his tattoos brushing his wrists. He chuckled and eased one hand free, rubbing his hand along. ”Pap spun around to hide his growing excitement, returning to the stove while I was eating. Katie came bounding down the steps and into the kitchen, ready for her morning run. Taller than me, she was slender and small boobed, but had quite the hips and thighs from years of dancing. I glanced over and said, “Wow Katie, that’s some yoga pants you got on.”“Uh ... thanks?”“Every Dad in the neighborhood is gonna be staring at that camel toe.”“Amy!” she squealed. I smiled and looked up to see one Dad. "How?" You have a slave society, do you take any notice of personal slaves?"She shook her head "No ... They are ignored." Her puzzled expression suddenly changed to understanding. "You will pretend to be my personal slave?" Yes."She was silent for a moment. "You could go anywhere I go, no one would even give you a second glance." She paused to think. "But how would you get the information you need?"Tristan glanced down at his hands for a moment before replying. I have learnt a lot since we were. She leant more forward and poked her tits out the window. If anybody looked up they'd cop a perve. Sharon's tits are just the right size, not humungous DDD and not too small either. Just perfectly proportioned.I dipped my fingers into her pussy and felt her wetness. She groaned slightly as I slid three fingers in. "So you have one in your pussy," I said to her "now who do you want in your arse?" That European looking bloke over near the BBQ. He'd be dirty." My cock was ready to split.Sharon.