Aunt Julie took care of that when she calmly said, "That's OK Greg, I was hoping you'd notice." My mind was racing but nothing was said for a few sec...onds. Aunt Julie took care of that awkward moment too by gently taking hold of my hand and guiding it to her breast. I pressed my fingers into her softness and, as I fondled her, I was no longer thinking of her as aunt Julie. I unbuttoned a few more buttons of her top and pulled it open. She was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were not. .that’s a very good answer, except that that implies that slaves accept money to have sex. First, slaves, of course, wouldn’t even, like know what to do with money, and it’s illegal for slaves to accept money for sex, even on behalf of our owners. By law and of course our nature, we must provide sexual service to any of age male for the asking.Any other suggestions??...... Oooh, Bitch is good try, but first, bitch used mean a girl who was mean, mainly to men. Well, slaves are never anything but. Now I knew I could never trust her again."Megan, I have to work a little later tomorrow so I will be coming to the party a little late unless you don't want to go without me." I promised your friends we'd be there. How late are you going to be?" Probably a couple of hours. Do you want me to pick you up here or meet you at the party."She thought for a minute and said she would meet me at the party. I told her I was just going to wear my police uniform and a mask of Joe Friday from Dragnet. She. When I felt the first contraction forcing the cum up my shaft, I pulled out of her mouth, and grabbed my penis in my free hand. That first shot laid a stripe from her forehead to her chin; the second one laid a parallel stripe on the other side of her face. As I jacked myself with the other hand I painted the bridge of her nose, across both eyes, and into her hair. The final shot landed on her lips, some of it going into her open mouth.I stood up and headed to the bathroom. She may have thought.