I was introduced to her, then welcomed, inviting us inside. I was not prepared for what I saw. The place had maybe 10 or 15 slaves. Each one was a mal..., huge tits, all had their cocks in cages, and everyone was nude, but all seemed to be happy. Mistress moved by my side, arm around me, “They all love being here, but two things take place each month that they look so forward to. One is being fucked and the second is being milked. I doubt that you can really appreciate this unless you experience. She was five six or so and probably weighed around one fifty. She had hit forty I was pretty sure, but she still wore jeans and tee shirts to work. Her jeans showed off her slightly over sized hips. The tee shirt showed off her soft mature breasts. The only odd thing was her barn red hair. I knew that it was popular with the kids, but I didn’t expect to see it on an adult. I walked away from her and began my ten mile ride home.It was almost 11am when I stepped from the shower and into clean. What’s your next move?”* * * *Shelly tumbled in a world of turmoil. Chaos surrounded her mind as she both fought to run away from Jessica’s last words, and tried to cope with them.Angela, the Pillar of Fire, was Jessica’s mom. Everyone knew that Lyden Snow and Angela were together, and had been since before the Chaos War. Jessica was too young to be before that time, unless she’d lied about her age.Shelly’s mind locked onto that thought. Jessica had to be older than she pretended. It. When she wore yoga pants and bent over to pick something up, I looked at her panty lines (or lack of) and imagined what she was wearing under. And of course, I thought about fucking her when I lay in my bed listening to her shrill cries and moans as they had sex. I'm not proud of it, but more than once I'd gotten out some lotion and tissues and rubbed one out to the sound of her getting fucked. Now she was going down on me. I had to assume this was a case of mistaken identity... but how drunk.