“Yeah. Me for Chryssa.”“Do you mind?” As I asked, I noticed a look between Kara and her mother.“No,” Debbie replied. “Like George said, ...it’s a fair exchange since you’ve fucked Kara.”I turned to my host. “Okay George, you can try her. Her safe word is ‘no’.”“Thanks, Brett,” he answered with a smile and led Debbie over to where Jimena, his other concubine, was waiting.“Sit down, Brett,” Chryssa told me.I sat. Kara sat beside me while Chryssa stood in front of me. She held still for a few seconds. I parked the Vespa inside the garden gate and walked up and knocked on the door of the bungalow. After what seemed a very long time I heard the latch being unfastened and the door opened a few inches. I could hear a television rattling away in the background. ‘Who is it? What do you want? You’re not Jehovah’s Witnesses, are you?’ a female voice asked. I guessed that this was Joanna’s mother. ‘Hello, Mrs. Robbins,’ I ventured, ‘Is Joanna at home? I’m Jamie Riley from the garden centre.’ ‘Yes,. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra aside, then gazed down at her naked breasts. They were the loveliest I d ever seen. So firm and full, milky unblemished skin surrounding light pink areolas. Her nipples were engorged and a darker pink in color. I sucked the left one into my mouth, making her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the other as my fingers pinched the wet one I had left. I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with her legs. I suckled each of her teats several times. Clamping one arm over her moth, his other hand slowly started unbuttoning her shirt. Ashley screamed, but all that was heard by Mr. S was a muffled wine. Now, now, Ashley. No need to struggle. You deserve this, being the lying cock-tease that we both know you are Chided Mr. S roughly, as he continued unbuttoning the struggling 16 year-olds top. Well call this your punishment. Endure it like a good girl, or I might be forced to punish you more severely. Tears formed in Ashleys eyes. She couldnt.