It was the only thing that she admired about her owner. It was one of two things that her pussy craved from him; is thick rod was the other. He had no... other redeeming qualities, and Song constantly thought of ways to kill him. She knew that would lead to other problems. She knew that if she failed she would be killed instead.She knew that if she killed her owner that the pain, the humiliation, the dehumanization of slavery, and the constant degradation might end. While her heart yearned to be. John was sitting back, his hands behind him holding up his body. "Oh God Mrs. Jenkins. I've never felt anything like this before. It feels... uh... so good. Oh Mrs. Jenkins, I'm gonna cum. You better get your mouth off before I explode in you."David and Peter laughed out loud. "Christ John," Peter laughed, "She's supposed to take it in the mouth, and swallow it too. That's what a blow job is all about."John sat straight up, grabbed the teacher by her hair and thrust his hips into her face.. Maddi blushed a little. It was weird knowing that the same toy that had been in her own pussy earlier was now in her mother’s. It was even stranger thinking about her mother’s pussy being wet.While eating dinner, Betty made a little sound that sounded like a mix between a cough and a sneeze.“God bless you!” Maddi said. Then she noticed the smirk on her father’s face. A glance at her mother seemed to confirm that Betty had just had an orgasm right there at the table. How had she missed this. I laughed “Only one or two”“Sugar?” she quizzed poised with the spoon over the sugar bowl.“Just one please” I answered.I watched Mrs T at the sink, she was more of a stunner than I ever remember, she was a lovely shape, good firm looking legs, a tiny waste, lovely hair, and perky little breasts.“Danny, her you go” her words woke me from my trace. And I sat down on the sofa by the patio doorwith Mrs T, sitting down beside me.I had to try hard to not look at her legs, they were awesome to say.