......"Did I tell you to speak bitch?" he said as he pulled my arms up behind my back. "Your mine now. Don't speak unless I give you permission."He pu...led on my arms tighter when I didn't reply. "I can't hear you bitch!" Yes." I whispered, biting down lightly on my tongue to stop myself from moaning."Yes Master." he replied."Yes Master." I answered obediently.He began to pound my tight wet pussy deeper and harder than before. Who is this man so rough and strong fucking me, I wondered. Part of. Naturally I welcomed her into my home. She arrived a couple of days later, her clothes and possessions packed in a green Chevy. She looked good, having lost a lot of weight. She had a nice figure and breasts that made a hungry handful. For the next couple of days we didn't do much more than talk and catch up on family gossip. She slept a lot, resting from her travails. Apparently her husband was an abuser, not that such news surprised me. Since I lived in that part of the U.S. where our family. After they had cooled down, he went on to say the label “Rabble” had been conferred on them by their former General, Sir Reginald Fitzroy.He smiled. “The Prince has suggested, and I concur, that the “Rabble” be paraded in the city. Therefore, gentlemen, the soldiers of Tiger, Cobra, and Panther Companies will pass in review in front of the Prince and his guests. Subedar Major Para will lead the review. I am sure he will ensure our “Rabble” will be well turned out.” The glint in Para’s eyes. Mom gasped as I penetrated her, pushing my cock between those slick outer lips and filling her tight pussy with my dick. She grabbed the edge of the counter and started pushing back against me. "Fuck me, Josh, fuck me fast before your sister comes down," she whispered, her pussy rippling as she worked her hips so I hit every inch of her insides.I grabbed my mother's hips and started fucking her hard. She lowered her head to the counter, then reached over and grabbed one of the cloth napkins.