Abby didn’t trust herself to speak. ‘I have a bit of a test for you.’ ‘A test?’ Damian nodded. ‘It won’t be easy. You don’t have to g...o through with it.’ ‘Will it hurt?’ ‘Maybe.’ ‘And if I don’t want to go through with it?’ ‘Then you and George go back home. You’ll never see Britt and me again.’ Abby thought for a moment. There was a challenge in Damian’s last statement that she could not ignore. Part of her wanted to throw in the towel, spare herself whatever humiliation Damian had in mind and. “Oh God, Steph, not my clit,” she screamed. Then I saw my mother freeze. A low moan started deep in her throat and quickly became a wale as she started to climax. I saw her toes curl and the muscles in her thighs bulge. Her hips bucked upward as Stephanie tried to hang on to my mother’s convulsing body.After a few long moments, I saw my mother begin to relax; yet, Stephanie didn’t come up for air. Her head kept moving between my mother’s thighs without pause. I heard my mother moaning. “No, no,. At her head her father had started to rhythmically fuck her, rocking his hips as he held her head in place, sliding inches of his cock in and out of her mouth, along her lips. He did this at a slow, deliberate pace smiling as he felt her sucking on him.Seconds later she felt John's weight move into position and the head of his cock brush along her slit, the tip parting her swollen lips and pressing toward her opening. Her cunt was wet from the passion filling it, her juices having coated it and. Even with one word, it sounded Japanese, the low, masculine voice of a Shogun. "Do not disrespect the Dojo!"Immediately the shapely beauty bounced to her feet and pulled on her gi. Bowing and blushing, she pronounced crisply, "Hai Sensei."Not in the least gay, when the man approached Reyna and Joseph, the human couldn't help gasping. With chiseled oriental features on his oblong head, short spiky black hair, thick, perfectly sculpted chest exposed by a widely opened shirt, Joseph had never seen.