Then, p rob ably as a joke, Loort lifted my face almost gently with his handsand whispered in my ear. "Kiss me slave." I felt his mouth coveringmine, ...forcing my lips open and filling my mouth with his tongue. I squirmedand struggled but it was useless. I was a slave and would feel exactly whatthe master wanted me to feel. M y master for the moment wanted me to feel histongue in my mouth as he violated me, as he ra mmed me full of sharp, agonizingpain, over and over again. I whimpered into his. The last time he had proposed it was a disaster and they had never mentioned the word ‘marriage’ since then. She had moved into his apartment and was eagerly preparing for the birth of their son. She tried not to think of how untraditional the whole set up was. She had spent her whole life judging others on their decisions to be untraditional and here she was doing something similar. She was either going to be getting married with such a round belly that it would reach the altar before her or. Sure enough, no sooner had Ron and Susan gotten his car parked than they climbed over into the back seat and began going at it. Ron loved Susan dearly and he only had to think about her to get a hard cock and find himself wanting to fuck her. Sitting there in the backseat of his car, Susan quickly took Ron's hand and placed it on her right breast, wanting him to really get so horny that he could hardly wait to get naked and fuck her. They were both soon breathing hard and Susan felt her pussy. There was a twinkle in her eyes as I began to unbutton my white cotton blouse. Sarah took off her jacket and unzipped her trousers as I unfastened my jeans. I was gagging for it and I just wanted to see her naked. I stood there with a finger in my mouth like a naughty girl as she unbuttoned her shirt. Her undies were a nice little silver grey matching set. Our eyes didn’t leave each other’s for a second as we undid our bras. Sarah’s boobs were so pert with perfectly round, pink nipples. They.