“Mrs. Sams said I’m not supposed to ask, but it could be our little secret.”It WAS a tempting offer, and one I could not resist. After all, Vero...nica wasn’t just using me, she was blackmailing me. So I decided I would take Marlena up on that offer.“It would only be for a few hours. But yes, I will. & I’m expecting this slave to treat her master well.”“You know I will!” Marlena said with great delight. And she did. My slave soon returned with a bowl that held some warm water, and some towels,. "What's that?" she asked as he walked in front of the couch again."Come over here and find out," Byron said coyly as he stepped back from her and purposely hid whatever was in his hand from her.Julie smiled. This was the old Byron, not the sadist of a few seconds ago. Whatever was in his mind must have worked itself out. She smiled more broadly now, relaxing as she ran her fingers across her swelling titties. "I think I'll try to take whatever it is you've got there away from you, she said. Then Harold. Fat Harold, devouring Boyd with his eyes, as if he knew Boyd would soon be his.Lucia got to her feet. "I think we're all in the mood to see a little exhibition, now. Clear the table, Bess."The bored expression melted from Bess' face. She jumped to her feet and picked a tray off the floor beside her chair. Moving around the table, she picked up each glass and put it on the tray. Harold's pudgy hand patted affectionately at her butt."Stop it, Harold!" she snapped. "I'm really not. ” Matthew grabbed two fist fulls of my short wet hair and yanked my head back, thrusting into me. No one treated me like this. I had no reference for what to do, say, or behave. My body did, however. That feeling got stronger. I came. He fucked me harder and I came harder. “Who feels better?” “You do,” I panted. “God, only you do.” Just when I thought he’d kill me with his cock, he let go, standing up. I swiveled around to grab the base of his swaying cock with one hand, digging my nails into.