"Jesse's asleep." said the silhouette standing at the door in a high,almost prepubescent pitch."Wha?" Stu responded half asleep himself. "What? Who's ...Jesse?" Don't joke around Goofy. The baby." You've named him now?!" Of course I did, you can't have a baby without a name." What do you mean, you can't keep him." That's not funny Stuart!" Cliff snapped in an angry manner. "If that'show you're going to be I'll just sleep in Jesse's room." he stomped off."What do you mean?" Stu yelled. "You put him. “Well then slave, …….S..T..R..I..P!!!!!! And make sure you do it sexy”I reach over and turn on some music and my slave starts to dance (Not very well I might add but it’s nice enough) he then starts to take his clothes off.When he has only his trousers and what’s under them to go I command him to stop. I hadn’t even noticed that while all this was going on I was slowly rubbing my pussy, Hmm it is strange the power this slave has over me, I some times wonder if I’m the slave and he’s my master.. ’ Their eyes roved back to Isabella, looking her over. She was dressed in a beautiful ivory silk dress. The bodice was square and low cut, the tops of her milky white breasts revealed. It had an empire waist and fell in soft folds to her feet. Her chestnut hair was swept up in a intricate coiffure that had ivory ribbons streaming from it and a few stray curls escaped, framing her face. She wasn’t beautiful by modern standards, but in the classic sense, with a heart shaped face, wide eyes, and. But I surely appreciated it, as I groaned while her nimble fingers worked the shampoo into my scalp.“As I was saying,” I said, shaking my head slightly but not enough to dislodge Shani’s fingers, “I’m not sure that I’m going to be able to resist any of you much longer as it is.” As if to emphasis my point, Allison’s hand had wrapped around my throbbing erection as she leaned into me, pressing her soapy breasts against my chest as she kissed me.“Don’t even think it,” she whispered to me when she.