Not because of her but because I, who'd never even considered it at first, was all of a sudden scared shitless that maybe I was infertile or whatever ...the hell they called it. But I didn't tell anyone else what I was doing.Ten days later I got the results. By then I'd broken up with Vanessa. I passed with flying colors. I had a high sperm count, my little sperms were shaped perfectly and my motility was in the top two percentiles. My cock was a fully certified baby making machine.And yes, as. In this century, girls like her were nothing more than chattel to be used and owned by a strong man like Howard.“Well little slut, have you learned your lesson. Do you accept that you are my property?”“Yes Master, I am your property.”“Will you sign the contract that shows that you were the indentured slave of Steven Bonnet and that he had the right to sell you to me?”“Yes Master” Brianna sobbed, “I will sign the contract.”Howard untied the cords and let Brianna rise. He led her to the table. Chalo ek kaam karo rampwalk pe jaise model chalti hai waise hume chalke dikhao. Didi ne sharmakar naa bol diya. To sabne force kiya to wo taiyyar ho gai. Aur apni badi gand lekar usane cat walk karke dikhaya sab khush ho gaye.Ab nishant unkle bole ke are aise nai wo ramp pe to wo sirf bra aur nikar mai model chalti hai.To sab kehne lage ke ha ha waise chal ke dikhe … Didi papa ke taraf dekhane lagi to papa ne kaha ke are sharmao mat sab apane hi hai.Didi bhi zat se maan gai shayad wo bhi yahi. In between her thighs and eating her pussy was Kathy Greene. Her black hair spilled over my sister's thighs, hiding the licking delight, but the pleasure on Allie's face was unmistakable.“Mrs. Greene!” gasped Allie as I closed the door. “Oh, Mrs. Greene, I'm going to cum on your daughter's mouth!”“Y-your sister is here,” gasped Mrs. Greene.I grabbed her plump rump. “Mmm, all my sisters are here. We love fucking each other and other women.”“Yes, yes, yes,” Allie moaned. “Ooh, your daughter's got.