Jesus what a crock of shit. Was that what I really wanted? And why you? If I wanted a young stud, a toyboy, they weren't that hard to find. Several at... the tennis club and a couple at the golf club had 'offered their services,' but no, I turned them down and fucked you, my nephew instead. Was i****t the buzz, did I need that to go through with my 'teaching?' Fuck knows. On the boringly straight and tediously flat M11 I was lost in my thoughts, but as I realised I was doing well over a hundred. Besides, I strongly suspected her complaint now had more to do with sexual frustration rather than her now totally unavoidable fate. Ignoring the fuss Amy was making I ran my fingers down from her neck down to her thighs, "Wow are you hot like this. I'll have to ask Omar if your as good a fuck in this position as you look." Hearing herself casually talked about as a sex object and knowing she had no choice in the matter Amy's hips twisted needily on the mattress. "Now just to make sure Omar. She was hopelessly confused, the alcohol had fuzzed her brain, her emotions tortured her already turbulent desires. She was lost and confused. One part of her thirsted for this young boy, hungered for him, died for him and the other part of her was horrified, amazed, astounded at her lack of control. Her whole body shook with desire, the sensations springing up from her loins were almost more than she could bear and she felt at a total loss to stop them.But stop them she must she thought as. .. make.... them... stop! I... I... Aaaaagh!" She tensed again, her legs quivering, her breath ragged in deep gasps. "Please... Let... me... go! I can't... Master... please!" Lori was now struggling to get free, but my sluts kept her down. "No, my liitle cunt! You wanted it, and we're gonna take it all! Now Just enjoy the ride! It's gonna be a long one!" Diane teased. "Master...I... " Lori gasped. "Yes, you can, my gorgeous lover! Now show me how much pleasure you can take! Take it all, girls!".