.. and changing our lives forever.“Mom’s upbringing means that she thinks it’s strange, so it’s something that needs to be kept secret from he...r...”Nod.“ ... but you secretly wish that she was included as well.”Nod.“You want your mother to be your brother’s sex slave.”Nod.“Say it.”“I want my mother to be my brother’s sex slave.”Session B50:“Marcie? Marcie, can you hear me?”I hadn’t managed to catch her driving away, but I was so worked up that I’d decided it was worth the hike over to Marcie’s. “Good girl,” I said. “Your brother’s going to punish you now, and if you’re a well-behaved little slut, maybe I’ll let you cum.” With that, I pushed my cock back into her mouth and she sucked with enthusiasm. With her hair still bunched up in my fist, I pushed her head further down my shaft. It met a little resistance before she adjusted and it slipped into her throat. She gagged, but I held her head still while I fucked her mouth. She was moaning loudly in protest when I finally released her. ’ Jen spoke softly, her voice barely a whisper, Greg had to strain to hear it. ‘Really?’ Bo smiled and kissed her cousin again, with a little more passion. ‘Really. Silly girl, don’t you know how beautiful you are?’ The pretty blonde smiled and returned the kiss. Then, both girls turned to Greg, who was still standing by the bed. Jen said ‘Hey stud, get your ass over here, okay?’ Greg had no problems with that. He moved closer to the bed and the girls yanked him down on the bed, pouncing on top. "Good," he said, in heavily accented English. "You're awake."He leaned down and removed the gag. "Where am I?" Samantha croaked.He smiled. "Just relax, miss. His Highness wants to see you."She gasped, "His Highness?"The small man bowed. "His Royal Highness, the Sultan of Al Banyan, Rashid al Abdul-lan."Oh, God! A harem! Samantha thought in terror."I'm in a harem?"The man chuckled. "No, miss. You are to be the sultan's mistress. A very high honor, I must say." Who are you?" Servant to the.