Surely, she wouldn't say no now. Or was she just playing with my emotions?I figured, what the hell, and I asked her again, "Diane, I love you so much.... Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"When I finished, she moved up on my body and positioned her pussy directly over my cock. She moved my cock so it was lined up with her slit and sank her pussy down on my cock. "Yes! Oh, God, yes! Yes, Pete, I would love to be your wife!" as tears streamed down her face. "Just don't ever stop fucking. I stopped not because I wanted to but my forearms and fingers were starting to hurt now. It was quite some time and I am human after all. She, on the other hand, looked spend after all that finger games and multiple orgasms.I laid down beside her to take a break and let her catch her own breath. My erect cock was up like a flagpole and she eyed it with lust. She sat up and licked off a drop of precum from it.Not boasting but I remember her telling me how beautiful it looked. Nothing compared to. It was obvious now that Angel was a slave to not only Mistress Kathy but her daughters as well. Sharon letout a quiet whimper as she sat down on her sisters face. Cindy immediately started licking away at hersisters pussy while Angel jabbed the pin in and out of the slaves cock. Mistress Kathy was still filmingeverything including her daughters who were now playing with each other with their tongues."Whip him for us slave. I want to hear the crack of your whip as I cum in Cindy's mouth." . I shut off the tub and lights and headed for my room. I was lying there nude under the sheet thinking about Stacy when there was a light tap on my door.I said, "Come in," and it was Stacy still in her robe.She was standing by the door when she said, "Charlie, did you mean it when you said you loved me?" Yes, Stacy, I have loved you for a very long time." Charlie, then why haven't you ever tried to make a pass at me, a kiss or pat on the butt or something?" I was afraid, Stacy. I'm an old guy.