Whether you like being a slave or not, you tell usyou love it. You tell us you live to serve us and it's the only way youfind joy in life. Don't you d...re be so rude as to say you hate it." Yes, Miss I'm sorry, I love it."I have quickly found out that Danielle loved to get in my face and scareme, as she bent down to my level again. "To be honest, I hope you hateit. You hating what we are doing to you is what gets me off. The idea ofyou slaving away for us every day, hating it, living your own. He didn't even have a magazine nearby to use as a shield.Amanda strolled casually over to his lounge and stood at his left side looking down. She made no attempt to cover her breasts so Rod thought, "What the hell" he wasn't going to hide either. Without a word spoken both knew their desires were teetering on the edge and could either become an awkward moment or explode into a cascade of pleasure and passion.As if in slow motion, Amanda stepped across Rod with her left leg and stood straddled. I’d tell him as he fucked me that if he fucked me good that when he shot his load that I would lick his dick clean”.She was looking at me with those drop dead gorgeous eyes. “Do you know what would happen if he got hard again while I was licking his big fat delicious dick”?she ran her tongue along her lips and said in a low throaty voice, “I would bent over and let him put that sweet, big old fat dick in my ass. I would fuck him until we both came again and then kiss his balls and sent him on. He saw me, pulled up, and we began to chat. Next thing I knew, we were in his house - with him sharing a tour of the place. Very nice. Pete lives alone, as his wife died 4 years ago. We spoke about what it's like to be alone, and how we've adjusted. Our conversation was pretty G-rated, but became more intense as he'd been feeding me cocktails. Soon, we were discussing sexual pleasure for the senior set. I figured we'd keep it at that, along with some small talk. Little did I know that alcohol.