She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the full length mirror on the closet door as she turned to face him, and she knew that she looked hot enough... to fuck, and that was going to make the older man wild to do just that. She didn't particularly want to be fucked by Harry Perkins. He was a nice old man, but she wasn't attracted to him in a physical sense. But her husband needed his support, and her cunt needed a man's cock, and she was going to see that they both got what they wanted."I. .and the old asked again. Which hole bitch...and be sure to give the right answer.What the heck, I thought.....how could you know the right answer....."I do not want to choose", you said....."I am so horny I could not care less how, where, who or what" you said.The old man laughed. To bad we did not bring our dog then. And I saw him trusted into you.....and I heard you too.You made a lot of oh-ah-yes-good-big-more-harder-sounds....It was, again, confusng....I saw the younger ones face, he. Louder, he ground out, "I said, you'll never forget this night, will you princess?" He smirked as he could feel her try to shake her head no between his iron grip. "That's right. When I talk princess, you answer, understand?" Again, the effort to nod yes. He rewarded her with a smile. "Good girl," he kissed her again. "That's better. So you won't forget how you'll scream when I suck at your honeypot will you?" She tried to shake her head. He leaned forward and bit her lip gently then soothed. "Your freedom of speech can be taken away, Jennifer, if you abuse it! Do not forget who and what you now are, Jennifer, Stephanie, Harold and Edgar. As slaves you don't have any choice about what projects you work on any more than you have a choice of your sexual partners!" Duncan exclaimed as he pounded his fist on the desk.I could see the muscles in the backs and shoulders of the other three tightening up and their faces turning red with anger. I remained strangely relaxed about the whole.