They finished by licking the cake and frosting off their fingers and washed it down with the milk I had set out. “Can we have more?” Momo asked, her face as messy BDSM as Sonja’s.“No, that was for a special occasion. But don’t worry, there will be other times when I will get you sweets. Now, Chloe, I got some clothes for you on the way home. I want you to try them on to see if they fit.” “Clothes?” “The things I’m wearing. The three of you wash your faces and we’ll move back to the couch.” Momo moved over blowjob to me. “Can Master… wash Momo’s face?” “I’m pretty sure you can do it yourself.” “Not like this.” She then leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue slipping past fetish my lips and running along my gums, searching for bits of cake and frosting yet to be swallowed. Understanding what she meant, I returned the affection, licking every corner of her mouth as Hardcore well. “I want to do that too!” said Sonja. She rushed over from the other end of the table and I started kissing me as well. Chloe watched us, unsure of what we were doing. I couldn’t help but laugh when Sonja finally pulled away. “That just cleans your lips, rough not your faces.” I then started licking her cheeks as if I myself were a dog. She giggled and wagged her tail at the feel of my tongue. I didn’t really clean the cake off her face, so much as thin the mess. I did the same to Momo, making her purr, especially when my tongue met her lips. My sister picks up the cue, and gets off the bed, and places a hand on the small of my back. Sherry said what are you talking about blowjob we are already master’s and he is going to hurt Sir when he gets here to pick us up. Since this was Leah’s first morning with us, I would make hers for her. As Beth went over what happened yesterday, Trish walked in and spoke. Some director of intelligence you were.” Her smile faded, “But at least she has someone. I was made of stone. The Boss laughs and says he bets that both of us have probably fantasized about each other at one time or another. “I heard there's another form of dancing you could do. How I fetish would often think about her when making love to my wife, Hardcore even had her year book picture marked. You love being cuckolded. "I want you to cum in my mouth. ‘I wasn’t the only one was I!’ I said smiling and looked at her knowingly. “I... She struggled to keep her mind in the present and rough not let it pull the entirety of her being back into Roger's world a place she left just a few days ago. A nervous tremble ran through me as I approach my first ever pair of tits. "Maybe another time, if Jack wants?" Damn, to bad BDSM I couldn’t see what they were doing. She loved to ride to school with me because everyone looked at my car as it passed. Mom’s pussy seemed eager to take me in, but I dared not push my fingers inside her yet. I opened my younger sister’s door to find her still in bed, hand draped over one edge, covers askew. Oh, how wonderful, the Queen will be thrilled.” “Well I just love the feeling of your big hard cock shooting cum up inside me,” she said as her pussy clamped around my cock only to begin squeezing me at the same pace as my pounding. She agreed, with a smile.