Master took my hand and rose to greet my parents as Gianna led them into the room. The anger on their faces as they saw me with Master was clear. I wa...s waiting for them to call me a whore and storm out when everything seemed to slow down.I recognized the pistol in my father’s hand as he pulled it out from behind my mother’s back. It had been sitting in a case on my grandfather’s mantle the last time I’d seen it as a child. I heard screams as Master pushed me to safety, and realized I was one of. .. but they grew up so ... restricted in some ways, not in others, and a lot of the time, listening to them, it seems like their parents got things completely reversed. They should have cut them slack on the restrictions and tightened up on other issues.”“I think you’re going to make a hell of a father.”“Yeah ... right.”Harry heard Carol snickering behind him.“Give me a minute, son.”“Sure.”Harry muted the phone.“What?”“That’s probably going to happen sooner than you think,” she said.. ’ She begged.’ Ashleigh changed her position so that she was kneeling next to Diane and kissed her with a wet, sloppy open mouthed kiss. Diane’s tongue jumped into Ashleigh’s mouth in response. As their tongues met, Sharon inserted her finger up to the knuckle into Diane’s cunt, causing the black woman to slide to a lower, almost prone, position on the carpet. She was being worked over by two gorgeous white women and was loving every minute of it. Sharon removed Diane’s panties and inserted. Boy, those post-jog thongs were powerful, way more stinky and danker than the thongs she had plastered to her holes all day. Her post-jog thongs were still wet by the time I got to them; I was able to literally suck the sweat and juices out of the parts of the thong by her croch. By the end of that week I knew exactly what aunt Ellen’s sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like. During that summer week, I also took the liberty to explore her entire room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep.