Make sure you touch my body all over. Tell me what you think of my tits and cunt. That’s a nice little Kate.”Then I add, “You don’t want me to... cut off your titties do you?” Glancing at the briefcase, I add, "What's in the briefcase bitch?" It's a nice briefcase. I think I'll keep it.Kate is rubbing my neck! I didn’t ask for a massage! I want to be felt up, caressed. Made HOT! Well at least she’s brushing the tops of my boobs. Hope she gets down to business quickly or I may have to provide. 'hey bitch.'We started talking and he told me he liked dominating women and making them his slut. He told me women were only good for sucking cock and cleaning and that I was a worthless bitch that needed putting in her place.He called me slut whore told me I'm a sket and I need slapping for being such a whore. It turned me on so much that I decided to call his phone and moan for him. It made me so wet when he degraded me for his pleasure. He was a bad boy and had been in trouble a lot but. "Chastity said, "You don't have to waste time on the door." She plastered her body to his again and kissed him for an even longer time.Jack said, "Good afternoon, David. Tell my love child to unhand you long enough to sit down." He chuckled.Chastity pulled David to the sofa and sat him down. She sat next him very close. She asked, "Does this meet your request, Poppa?" Barely. I don't see David fighting you though." He chuckled some more."Jack, it's best to surrender to the inevitable. Oh, what a wonderful way to wake up the morning before Christmas Eve.After we’d basked in the afterglow for a while, Lissa turned her head toward me and we kissed.“Coffee?” she asked.Wendy bolted upright behind me and was out of the room before I could respond. I turned toward the empty spot and saw Bree just waking up. I crawled out of bed and left the room to find Wendy.It wasn’t difficult. She was in the kitchen figuring out Mom’s old-fashioned coffee maker.“Not quite like at home, is it,.