Occasionally, he would jerk his leg because of the building pleasure inside him. Suddenly, he took one deep breath, let out a manly moan, and shot fiv...e or six ropes of cum onto his chest and pubic hair, some of which also landing on my hand. I continued to stroke him until I was sure he was finished. I removed my hand, wiped it on my skirt on the floor, and stared at the substance he produced, having never seen such before. Without a word, we switched positions. I leaned back on my hands, he. ’ ‘I knew I didn’t want to wear plaid.’ ‘Young man, if you start with me now you are going to bed with a red behind.’ ‘Dad, what did I say wrong now? Mommy asked me a question, and I told her the truth. How can I get in trouble by telling the truth?’ ‘It’s very simple my son. Your mother is a woman. We are lowly men. Whatever your mother says is the law. Whatever we respond to her questions is automatically wrong. It doesn’t matter if it’s the truth, or a lie, we are always wrong. You are. I grabbed my phone and ran like crazy I turned and took a bunch of pics (about 25 pictures) and changed my password and gave her top and the towel. She put it on and we went home little did she know about the pictures. When we got home are mom left a note saying she went to town for a couple hours and then to see our dad at work. Which gave us 5 or 6 hours home alone. I went into my mom and dads room looking for money and came across a special box. It had all my moms kinky stuff to turn my dad. The first Holy Book of our burgeoning religion.But I wanted to write their story from the other sluts' and my intimate perspective.I closed my laptop, padding towards the elevator. The Murano Hotel lobby was a pleasant place to write, with comfortable furniture and a crackling fire. And it was blessedly quiet. Since Master commandeered the entire hotel, only Master, us sluts, and his servants lived here. And they mostly hung out in the convention ballrooms that had been transformed into game.