“Oh Becky, you have a nice tight pussy baby. I am not hurting you, am I? I want you to enjoy me as much as I am enjoying you,” John asked as he st...arted to build a slow and steady rhythm. After a few gentle strokes John was deep inside Becky. Becky could feel his thick manhood stretching her tight young pussy as his balls slapped against her cute little ass. Even though Becky had her hands around her hot young breasts, they still bounced a little with each thrust John made as he slid in and out. "Is it okay that we eat in the kitchen," Veronique asked."Of course," Sandra said and then they walked over to the kitchen area.Sandra put the bag, with their dinner in, on the kitchen table and Veronique noticed that she was still holding her towel."While I warm up our food. Maybe you can bring that towel of yours to the laundry room already. It is the second door up there. And while you are there, you can maybe take one of those little towels, so you can sit on it," Veronique said, while. I wondered how Tran was doing withPeter. Doing great, I speculated: she's much more experienced,and lower maintenance than I am.After breakfast, I felt a lot better. No food and too much boozethe day before had left me really frazzled. Alec's cholesterolfeast had seemed to absorb some of the leftover ethanolbyproducts.I asked, "So, can I at least get a ride home."Alec grabbed me playfully and asked, "Do you really have toleave, already?" I have homework. Don't you?" Tons, but all work and no. The battle that all new slaves had. To resist and suffer or to surrender and relieved. Most battle always ended up with the slave giving in and even if the slave didn't at first, a few hours of constant teasing would convinced her otherwise."You want to cum don't you?" I goaded and shoved a second finger into her wet opening.She shut her eyes tightly and shook her head."No? Well, I'm not so sure if that's what your body wants?" I moved the fingers out only to slid them all the way in. Her legs.