My jaw was starting to ache from the pressure of her wet pussy grinding onto my tongue and the sighs of pleasure and the speed of her grinding increas...ed until she started to cum over my face, her hands holding my head still while she forcefully pushed her self onto my tongue gushing her sweet juices into my mouth and all down my chin! After un-mounting my face Le Petit Gateau stood in front of me with her hands on her hips and smiled down on my used face, and winked before she sent more words. He had all the control. He slid in slightly, teasingly, threatening her not to move. He tells her he sees that look on her face, the one that seems so desperate for something, he asks what it is she wants. All she can do is whimper with him slightly in her mouth. He teases her again saying you have tasted some of me. That should be enough. Her response is immediate. Before thinking she leans forward and takes all of him in her mouth. He moans loving the feeling, but pulls out because she. We removed our suits and got into the warm tub. “The water feels great. I guess we could have a little fun together. We’re not blood related. I notice you’re a big boy. Mind if I hold yours?” “I’d love that. Could I hold yours?” “Of course, you can. Be my guest.” My stepfather moved right next to me in the hot tub. He grabbed my cock and worked his hand up and down my shaft. I held his cock in my hand and did the same thing. We moved our fingers up and down and held each other’s smooth. Since nobody listens to slaves ... or pays attention to slaves ... the slaves knew where everything was. Including the new girl in the root cellar.“The boss brought her back from Bridgetown,” Timm was told ... and she told me.“Seems the big boss went to Bridgetown to settle a dispute about the ten mile stretch from here to there. This boss wanted exclusive rights to the road and that one in Bridge was making incursions. Of course, the Bridgetown boss felt like this boss was violating his.