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I told her I would let you know. Can she stay with you?" "Seriously, mom?" James complained, "Ugh... yeah, I guess Ash could crash on my couch. As long as it's not for too long." James with hadn't lived with his older sister for years, not since she shipped off to college sex herself. Ashely, or Ash to him, had moved to Europe after finishing school, getting a job at some huge museum. "Great! Thanks, James. You'll pick her up at the airport too, won't you?" his mom continued. James couldn't stop himself from groaning. "Yeah… I'll pick her up too…" No matter how much power he amassed, no matter how easy it became for him to control people… James would never be able to say no to his mother. "Wonderful! I'll send you pussy her flight information! Thanks, sweetheart. Hugs and kisses." his mom girls signed off in her usual manner and big hung up. James let out a sigh. He wasn't looking forward to chauffeuring his bossy sister around the city. "Whatever," he thought as he pulled into his driveway, "I'll deal with that later." James arrived at home a couple hours before he normally would. I can still feel the vibrators vibrating on my pussy. Over and over, from behind, from the front, while she curled in on herself, and while she was played out like a pelt. She thrashed violently and screamed. As always she was perfect. My eyes had already filled with tears from the discomfort of having such delicate flesh pinched, and at this additional verbal wound the first drop of salt water trickles down onto my cheek. She had these big soft brown eyes with eye lashes so long they would make any woman envious; she had a type of charm with to her eyes that drew me into her, that transfixed me; she had a smile that stole my heart with luscious lips I could hardly wait to kiss; she was just the right height, about two inches taller; she had the perfect body type, trim and tight and as Jim said later, probably close to only 10% body fat; she had wonderfully large breasts that made it difficult to not stare at the deep cleavage to her dress; she had dark wavy brunette hair that perfectly framed her forehead and face; she had beautifully graceful and artistic hands with elegant fingers I just wanted inside me, and she had muscular arms like I’ve never see on big a woman, finely covered with a layer of short sexy dark hair. I tried to see reason with you, but I have my limits. Your mistress has shown her lack of interest in you so I am free therefore to accept any bids for you that I choose to accept. “Fuck, it's not what it looks like!” he said, moving away from her. I was getting pleasure indeed. She laughed and said head or feet first. Could he be right? We spent the night together," I cleared my throat as I fingered my wristwatch. I had to help them. No wonder she sneered at us girls as we ogled and giggled. Never ever stop my hand sex again, else I’ll slap you immediately, hard slap, do you get me?” He looked over at Beatrice and her bright blue eyes sparkled in her pretty face. After a few moments I felt something larger entering my pussy but it didn't feel like a finger or a dick. I then flicked her hardened nipple with my tongue before I bit down gently once again. As a gap was created the master pushed two cushions under her to keep her raised in this way. She watched me wordlessly as I went past the bed to the cramped foldout. “Ma’am, I AM the manager. Don’t let this job intimidate you. “How many of my children will you need for this, pussy Fredeon?” There is a moan from my companion.