Mom: Now you are gonna suck my clit or what?Me: It is all about pleasure mom. Enjoy it. Later you can pay my debt.Mom: No son, it is ok for me, I will...do anything for you.Me: Just enjoy what I am going to do, bitch. Keep quiet.I held the pallu of her saree and pulled it down. I put my hands on the fluffy breasts of my mom and squeezed them hard for which she moaned, “Aaaahhhh..”Then I tore her big blouse and her huge melons jiggled a bit. I took my mom’s big boobs in my hand and kept them in my. Which, of course, wouldn't do. I wanted her to be proud of me even more than I wanted to be proud of me. But, are slaves supposed to proud of themselves after all? Shouldn't a good slave's goal, her only goal, be her Mistress' or Master's satisfaction? I pondered that while I fixed breakfast, then I walked up and down the living room until Ann finished her preparations. Making a mental note to ask her about that I joined her at the table, not really hungry, just picking at things, slowly. I felt so betrayed. Scott saw my body tense. He said ‘I shouldn’t have told you that. I couldn’t help but cry. She was off-limits and he did it anyway. Scott paused to declare my toenails dry. He laid down on top of me and the weight felt so good. I do love the body of a man who is built. He was so tender with me. He kissed the tears running down my face and then he passionately kissed me hard enough to make me quit losing tears and focus on the hard dick pressed against my pussy. I. ‘I saw a harpy, grandpa! ‘ The voice pleaded. ‘I swear! It looked exactly like the one’s you talk about.’ ‘Oh shut up, boy!’ Another voice yelled. ‘There ain’t no such thing as harpies.’ The footsteps were getting closer. Quickly, Aria flew away. Soon she heard echoes of her people hateful words. The voices pounded in her head, over and over. She hadn’t noticed the kites drifting around her until she got tangled in the string and fell. The ground drew closer. She couldn’t open her wings. She.