In years since then, we’ve been through the ups and the downs of being entrepreneurs. We’ve fought over money, or more precisely the lack thereof....We’ve listened to each other bitterly complain about unreasonable ex-spouses. But, we’ve also celebrated countless successes and been on amazing trips to conferences where we co-present in front of sometimes small and sometimes large audiences. We are really good at what we do together.We both found new love online, both in distant cities through our. What that meant is, other than being the heir to the company, I also do some? secret things, things that involves girls.Surprising or not, inside my mansion, well, under the mansion if a large dungeon that my father built to keep his slaves, and now that he’s old, it was mine. It is really something that plagues nightmares.The dungeon is 12100 meters squared in area, extending far beyond the mansion itself, but ending somewhere in the large garden of the house.In there are 80 cells, a hundred. "That feels good."I pulled his cock out of my mouth, "glad you like it," I put it back in."Another racist bitch turned BCS."I ignored that comment, because I was not a racist and I did't know what a BCS was.I continued bobbing my head for a couple of minutes until my jaw got tired. I crawled up Marcus's body and inserted his cock in my pussy and impaled myself on it."OHHHHHHHHHH! That feels so right."I started posting up and down his shaft, like I was riding a horse. Marcus reached over and. I was on my side spooned against Laura's back. My hand was resting lightly on her breast. There was someone else behind me. His or her arm was resting on my hip and a hand was holding my semi-hard cock.Once I was fully awake I turned my head to see who else was in bed with Laura and me; it was Helen, my 11-year old daughter.“Good morning Helen. How come you're in my bed?”“I had a nightmare in the night and came to you for comfort. You pulled me into bed and held me, but I'm not sure that you.