“You know your tongue soothes my ache and your hard dick scratches my itch between my legs!” a thought she had mentioned over the years. My hand...s were overflowing with breast flesh...they looked like a pair of socks with softballs within...gravity forced softness to fill the space of my outstretched fingers. I couldn't help but notice how youthful her skin appeared, protected from the sun all these years while some lines shown on her exposed face and neck. With the only light coming from a. The table was covered with foam padding. It was a good thing, because several of the women were already being enthusiastically serviced as they either lay on or knelt on their hands and knees. Kat's eyes grew bright and sparkled up at Jon, she saw something she liked. As they scanned the room, they noticed along the walls were chairs, and in the chairs were several men, eyes fixed on the women on the tables being serviced, as they stroked themselves. Kat had an idea. Her pussy began to drip. The second night was our last, we gathered for dinner in the main dining room, Eduardo was sat on the end of the table, a macho tradition, his wife was sitting on his left and Maria was sitting on his right with me next to her, we were all chatting away as normal putting the world to rights, he offered us a drink, I opted for white wine and Maria likewise, when the glass came back I noticed a slight effervescence in the glass, I did not have time to warn Maria as she took a good drink, there. My tub is rose quartz, a blushing pink like my flower's gem. My Master tears into me, as if I am a pear freshly fallen from the tree, split and protruding. The hot water relieves my thighs and hips after he loves me deeply. Accepting and nurturing his seed. In months, I labor with my sisters. He sows into us wildly. Seven gardens planted in a single night. Seven stone baths holding lavishly-seeded wives. My love is our Master’s favorite. She is the color of cinnamon, long dark hair resting at.