As you do, you take the back of your hand you wipe away some of my fluids from the corner of your mouth. I grab you from your hair, a bit rough and th...row you on a red leather couch next to us. You fall on all fours, your knees on the seat and your hands on the back of the couch. Kneeling down, you look back towards me. You are overlooking the main window so you can see the street; it is dark inside so nobody can see us. Your dress is half way up your ass. I can see perfectly see your freshly. Finally, he would be able to live his life openly under his own rules instead of his fathers. He had been doing so in secret for thirty-five yearshis father had no idea how twisted his needs really werebut now he wouldnt have to hide anymore. Samil had to carry his father once they both realized that walking was out of the question, and it wasnt long before the elder priest was stripped of his clothing and placed on his knees in the ritual room, his three slaves just as naked supporting him as. The sound of Dennis' drill filled the basement, drowning out the annoying Country music he'd put on. Chilly, the Great Dane, occasionally walked over and observed her at work, but he didn't bother her. Mostly the teenage girl just got lost in the task at hand and time seemed to slip by. It was a total relief, actually, to do this work. She was working so hard she didn't have time to worry about her father's motivations or her own deep, somewhat suppressed shame and humiliation at what he'd done. “Kyle your making me so wet”, indeed she was wet, her pussy juices were already seeping through the small material, “ now eat me out”“you are such a slut, and don’t worry I will” I took her thong off of her lovely ass and flipped her over, although it was a small compact space, I made due and went after her small slit. Her pussy was perfect, freshly trimmed leaving just a little mound of hair, light brown lips that were swollen with lust. I could eat her any day of the week, if only this had.