I was thinking of all the good times that Nan and I had spent in that bed and as I reached my peak, I cried out, “Oh Nan, I love you, I am cumming�...�…..cummminnnnng. Oh,,,,,,Ohhhh. Cum with me darling. “ I didn’t realise until after that my Mom had come into the room to help me with sorting out Nan’s things. She stood at the door watching me spurt my cum, and crying for my Nan. “Greg, what is going on here? Why are you crying for Nan??” “Oh Mom, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.” I stood up and. For debauchery was best indulged in the night, in the darkness with only the pale flickering of candles to illuminate his desires. He had watched as one after another the men had come to sample the girl chained to the floor. For a new slave had to be tested. Her endurance had to be monitored.He had stood in the quiet obscurity of the shadows and observed. He had seen her creamy cheeks parted with dirty fingers, the soft pink of her anal opening provocative to the gaze of all. Her secret depths. She groaned inwardly, for this young man had no delicacy or gentleness at all. Squeezing and twisting her nipples as if they were dials on a radio, sticking his tongue down her throat, treating her body roughly as if she were a doll―she considered just leaving, but he was merely inexperienced, not vicious. She decided the best course was to take control of the situation and try to slow him down until she was ready for him to let go with all the passion he had ready to erupt. She caressed his. The two Nymphs laughed. "You do not intrude — you interest us. The Mistress likes you, and we like you too," Xaqua said and giggled."Will you come away from the hot place?" Xara asked.Danica's ever-heightening arousal confused her. She knew this happened to men when they encountered Nymphs, but she had never heard of it affecting a woman. Her hand strayed between her legs, and the Nymphs continued to rub their folds as well. Danica also slowly moved out of the hot pool toward the Nymphs.The air.