“I caught her out here with another woman enjoying a very noisy and very wet sixty-nine.”“And you didn’t join in?”He grinned wryly. “Well,... normally, I would have… like a shot. But the other woman was my sister.”“So, you were cuckolded?” Gayle said, unsuccessfully trying to hide a smile.“Yes, I suppose I was.”My wife got off my lap and straddled him. “No suppose about it,” she laughed. “You were cuckolded.”“All right, I was.”“Are they still together?”“No, the last time I heard anything about my. I asked them to get closer to me as I sat on the bed side, legs on the floor, I took each cock in one hand, and started massaging them, not the largest cocks, but so cute with a regular size, each of 6-7 inches long, on the thin side of girth, they were in their late teens, so fresh, young and active and that was what I wanted, I wanted fucked nonstop.I was massaging their cocks, sucking on them simultaneously, taking them deep in my throat one after another and at other times, trying to push. I planned my revenge, they made me their slave so i wanted to do something familiar. Now i was used by all three men, Eric, Jack and Martin for 2 years. Jack had died, Martin was getting married and Eric was usually busy so they had stopped using me. Infact i had not been used for about a month. It was then i got a chance to take my plan into action. I got a chance to be at home with the their 18 year old daughter, Mary and their 19 year old son Jay. Mary was really hot and she had a thing for. Or just felt like taking the slave’s lives (on say, a whim, or to clear the hold for more lucrative cargo) ... he just had to push a single red button on the bridge, and the cargo bay would flood with lethal gas. Horribly messy, and fatal to anyone caught in that bay at the time, but if the captain didn’t want to detail some of his crew to do scut work, all he’d have to do is open the cargo bay to space, and all those messy bodies and lethal gas would be harmlessly vented into space.I’ve seen.