”“He made us into his sex slaves?” Tracy asked.“That’s why he just appeared in the locker room!” exclaimed Rebecca. “And why I suddenly ...anted to go serve him because I thought he owned my pussy!”“Making you two into sex slaves was an accident,” I said, shifting. “I was fucking Tracy with my strap-on while time was frozen, and Justin was fucking me. He was saying naughty things like how he owned my pussy and how I was his property and, well, you two just overheard.”“Are you saying Jefe made me. My dick started to harden in my boxers so I hurried into the bathroom to take a shower before he could see I had a boner. Not that he was paying attention since he was drunk. After my shower, I put some clean boxers on and made my way back to my bed. I laid there for a good two hours thinking about the dick head I saw. I had to see more. “He is drunk,” I thought, “Surely he won’t feel me raising the blanket to take a quick look.” My dick started to harden as I thought about seeing the. . oooohhh ... uuuughhhh ... thank you, Master ...” A torrent of heaving sobs followed. I got hold of my erection and delicately guided it up and down Simone’s sex lips. She flinched and minimally twisted away. But no more than was allowed. Those lips felt a little dry but I presumed that was on account of the lacquer. I pushed in my big knob, hearing her moan, feeling her shudder. Sometimes, at this stage, the Boss would tell me to ram it right in ... up to the hilt...and this I would then do.. The girls down in this part of the country don't worry about shaving a whole lot. She had stopped shaving altogether after we met and I didn't mind one bit. She then moved her hands down to her own sweet bush. Not nearly as big as Kate's but fine nonetheless. As she spread the conditioner around she began to spread more than just the conditioner. Ilsa slowly ran her fingers along the lips of her pussy and with each stroke part them slightly more. The pink was making my head spin again. I wanted.