“Masters don’t beg,” he said derisively, “slaves do.”With that he began thrusting in and out of Mistress Diago’s cunt. Despite his size, h... slid easily in and out. Perhaps the lubricant from the dildo was still working, or more likely, the Mistress’ multiple orgasms had flooded her canal with more than enough natural lubrication.“No, no, no,” she was moaning. “Please don’t make me cum! Please don’t do this to me! Please don’t make me a slave.” The Portugese word for slave must be “submissa”. .. oh, fuck! Her name was Shelby! That was you!" I recalled now."Yeah, well, my father was your brother, Hershel, dear. He knocked her up, realized what he did, and skipped town, not long after that," Shelby abruptly broke the news."Damn, what a jerk, too! Must have broken your poor mother's heart! I remember wanting badly to get into her pants, but he succeeded where I failed, and then ditched town when there were consequences, huh? Just like him, too. I remember he left town in an awful. Sister was supporting me with her left hand just below my stomach and her right was resting on one of my thighs. All of a sudden she jabbed two fingers deep into my slit until they pierced my hymen. I knew it was coming but I still jumped at the sharp pain. It really hurt but the pain was gone in a couple of minutes. Other kids thought I was a poor swimming student but my girl friends knew what was happening. Sister Edwina was not only the swim teacher but the school swim coach too. All the. "I think that will depend on just how we put it to them," Kelly laughed. "We should try to get them to agree that the loser has to do a consequence, "Kelly suggested. "This way we could get them involved in the heavier erotic stuff gradually as part of the process." We better get back out there before they change their mind," Molly said, looking out at the two slender attractive wives engrossed in conversation."Okay," Kelly said, as she and Molly sat down at the large patio table, "We're back!".