‘Now, now. None of that. Our Masters cherish their slaves. They are especially affectionate to their human ones.’I feel a small release of pressur...e in my mind, and I’m able to think one clear thought before the lid is screwed tight again. ‘I don’t want to be a slave.’‘Yet slave you are,’ her voice caresses my thoughts. ‘I see from your memories, even before you were gleaned you were a slave. Slave to the search for sustenance, the need for shelter. Slave to those older, stronger, more powerful. He asked me to get up, which I did. He made me stand again and asked me to turn around. I turned around as he asked. He asked me to keep my palms on the wall and bend down. I was confused, what was in his mind.Now my husband has tried doggy position few times, so I thought he must be interested also. I relaxed and let him position me as he wanted. He spread my ass cheeks and I was about to say, “You idiot my pussy is downwards a little.” But I smiled and thought, let him find that himself.I. "One of the things that turns on Bret on is making videos of us having sex. It was kind of exciting seeing myself fucking and sucking. The only thing was my body was nearly fifty years old and gravity and a baby is hell on your body. When I said so to him one night he offered to get my boobs done." Mom said."That was pretty generous of him!" I said in shocked voice."Bret is pretty well off and well he took me to the best surgeon in the country and told him to fix me up. Well this is what you. His ass was shaking fiercely.“Take them shorts off, sexy,” ordered Jarrod.Azia climbed out of his bottoms and had on a white thong. His seven-inch pecker was rock hard.“Do you like my manly body, bitch boi,” checked Jarrod as he began removing his clothing.“Yes, sir! You’re so muscular.”“Thanks, faggit! When’s the last time you got fucked?”“Three days ago.”“By your boyfriend?”“No. I don’t have a boyfriend. It was my stepdad’s brother.”“I bet he fucked the shit outta you.”“Oh, he did! Have you.