Oh. My. God. I am so jealous. This guy Jason does not know how lucky he was. Cynthia was wearing a mask and lying back, letting the other two take the...lead. The submissive was clearly Hers, even though she spent most of her time with the tall one. There was a sorry scene in progress. Some wannbe had hired a hooker to play submissive. It was just sad.Anyway, Miss Martel pushed Mistress Cynthia forward. It was like some kind of test. It took a couple of prods, but the scene was so sad. Mistress. ?" No, he's not into that much, but sometimes Josie loans me Mark." Loans him to you? Hmm. Well, maybe we could have a father-son, mother- daughter training session sometime. I'd love to learn more." My, my. You're turning into quite the eager family fucker, aren't you?" she said, obviously pleased with her daughter's suggestion.Just then Brad yelled out and they could see he was getting ready to cum into Julia's pussy. "Let's go see if we can get some of that," Sara suggested, pulling Cindy. Give it a couple of years, and they will create washing machines that are barely louder than a whisper.”For now, he thought, this loud monster of a machine would serve well to make their lives easier. For one, it would ingratiate his wife with the neighbors – good patriots, all of them, and wary of the farmer woman from the backlands who didn’t do small talk and always kept the curtains closed. Secondly, it would save his wife’s hands from being scrubbed raw and dried from the lye soap and her. I was just hoping i would be able to see her suck a real cock...“ “I don’t see why you shouldn’t,” laughed Cera. “She can demonstrate the new-found skills which are beginning to emerge.” Mercia was sent for an Overseer, who was instructed to bring a male slave. On the floor, Xena groaned despairingly. She realised that a supreme test was at hand. A short while later, a male slave was led in. He was relatively young, lissom and swarthy skinned. And, as with all slaves engaged in such duties, he.