Each day he would say that as soon as he got his chores finished he would come and get me and we would go play. I didn't want to tell him so I said I... had chores to do to. I wondered if his mother was buttfucking him too. But as I found out later she wasn't but he would be able to buttfuck me, which was alright. I would get to the house as quick as I could and go to the kitchen, which had the least number of windows in it, and ask for a cookie or something to start off the conversation.. . but from what I hear it's more likely that Lucy would harm you. And you really are her slave?" Jenny asked."Yes, she is my mistress, I do anything she tells me to." I replied.Jenny was running her hands all over me as we spoke, adroitly twisting my nipples, pinching the hood of my clit, testing the wetness of my cunt and the resilience of my arse cheeks. I felt the practised touch, the hands of true experience. John handed her a bottle of Eros. I gulped as I watched her lubricate her hands,. I started sucking her left nipple & pressed her right ball. She was in pain & asked me to leave. But I couldn’t control myself & started sucking harder. She started making erotic noises like & had just begun to enjoy.I asked her to remove my clothes & she obeyed my orders. I took my tool towards her face & tried to force it into her mouth. She looked confused & asked me why? I told her to suck my cock which was hard. She was innocent & didn’t know anything about oral sex at all. I made her lie. Terry’s stomach was so cramped she could only stand in a crouch, but her stomach protruded out, making her appear to be at least four months pregnant. The skin on her stomach was so stretched it was shiny, as if someone had oiled it.Terry pointed to the toilet, grunting, with eyes begging to be allowed to sit. Carl indicated that she had to wait at least ten minutes for the enema to do its work properly. She moaned loudly, and were it not for the fact that Carl was still holding her by the.