‘God that feels good Harry, I love his cock’ Layla moaned.I’d totally forgotten about Harry.Chloe got off of me briefly, I searched the room for... Harry, he was stood by the bed jacking off slowly.‘Do you like his big cock babe?’‘He’s so much bigger than me isn’t he’ Harry statedIt kind of weirded me out but obviously I had a hot girl riding my cock whilst another beautiful girl passionately kissed her.‘He’s so big, I know I’m going to cum hard soon’. Layla continued to moanChloe straddled me. The strawberry blonde gasped as she read what was printed on the card. Her smile dieing on her lips. “And just who am I suppose to breed with?” she asked.“Me.” Floyd replied. Eager for the opportunity to relieve his aching balls.Pointing towards her father the woman asked Lily, “You want me to fuck him?”Looking thoroughly confused by the whole twisted ordeal Lily simply shook her head no.“Oh come on? I’m dying here!” Floyd blurted out.“Well then who?” the strawberry blonde asked.Floyd pleaded. If ever a child was loved by parents, it was certainly Craig. I’ve noticed over the years that some people who sustain an injury later in life that leaves them permanently incapacitated can become very bitter. I suppose because Craig had never known himself as anything but the way he was, he had no bitterness. People would say of him, “He has a sunny disposition,” and it was true. Certainly when Craig visited our house, coming in with his, “Hello Aunty Cindy,” it was like sunlight breaking. He could hear her beautiful voice. And best of all he could see the back of her lovely head. The long blonde hair somehow brought a tingle to the part of his body which was no longer there!In front of her couch, knelt a slaveboy from Gaul. He held aloft a gold bejewelled platter on which lay a bunch of separated black grapes. The boy was careful to keep his head bowed lower than the tray. Next to him were his Mistress’s golden sandals which stood straight and tidy.The only other slave in.