But you didn’t really break them, did you? In the morning they seemed normal.”“Master, they are not our slaves yet, but with more sessions, I co...uld make them so. That’s why I had them sucking on you so often. I wanted you to be their focus. They were worried about me, but focused on you and your cock.”“But you weren’t really punishing them like I had seen you do with your other two slaves, Becky and Judy.”“True Master, but they ARE my slaves, already broken and rebuilt. Tilly and Cindy have a. But she simply nodded and said quietly, “Yes.” “All right, get dressed.” I turned away and lay down again. When she was ready to go, having put on the rest of her clothes and brushed her hair into some kind of order, she came and stood by my bed and waited. I finished the page, marked it, and stood up. Aside from still being flushed, she looked quite presentable, if rather exhausted. I took her by the shoulders, turned her around and had her stand in front of the mirror over my sink. I picked. She stepped just inside the door, keeping a fair distance between her mother, who had just caught her moments ago with me in their barn. Abbie, her mother was standing about 8 feet in front of me in her dark work skirt and white blouse. Amy was younger, but not by much than her mother had been when she had come to live with me. Being naked myself with my hands tied to a beam above my head and having shot a load of male happiness all over the younger woman I was wishing I could get a little. There was no way she could walk back through the party without people noticing how thoroughly she had just been fucked. I felt a surge of emotions part jealousy part raw lust as I gazed at her. I wanted her so bad I almost couldn’t control myself; I wanted to drive straight to that party and fuck her for the rest of the night. “I think I’m going to go stay at Mike’s place, I mean I don’t want to drink and drive after all. I will see you in the morning babe,“ she said, and quickly turned off the.