She called her mother a whore more times than I could count. Her mother was not much better but she never called her daughter a whore. I didn’t n...eed this right now and in my mind I scream out “Shut the fuck up you two cunts’”, and it stop. Holly shit, what just happen. I started to think that these two girls wanted to be as slaves. They wanted to be owned by a man that was gross, perverted, and sadistic and treat them as meat. They love to be abuse in every way. That the next man they. It worked perfectly.My cock touched her and she turned back with agreement in her eyes.I closed the last door of the room and the game began.I kissed her and hugged her tightly.I took the matress and put it back on the floor.Arranged everything with bedsheet and pillows.I kissed her on her forehead,chin,cheeks,eyes,behind her ears and on her hair.She was aroused by the start of the foreplay.Then I kissed her on her blouse and then on her navel.Next I removed hers hooks of the blouse and was. . he was uh... uh... fiddling with the drawstring on my pajamas.” “And what were you doing?” Brad asked teasingly. “Were you playing with his cock?” Ashley couldn't speak. She just nodded her head. Then she blurted out, “But his pants were still uh... still zipped up.” “I'll bet they didn't stay that way though,” he teased. “No, uh, oh... oh shit that feels good. He unbuttoned 'em...” Brad looked puzzled. “...while I was undoing the knot in my pajamas.” Brad was now sucking on Ashley's nipples. I ignore her protests and shove her towards the ground.i look at the scattered paperwork on the ground.i bark at her 'pick that shit up'. she reaches for the papers with her hands.oh no,i pull her back,i said pick that shit up,and with this command i push her face towrds the ground.she whimpers a little as i push and drag her face against the hard ground in an effort to retrieve the lost items.i rip the items from her mouth and push them into my utility belt.i pull her to her feet by her hair.