Stepmother Assists Stepson In Exploring His Wildest Desires

They were running, chasing each other. I could nearly sense the panic I could see in her eyes. A job to be done, it seemed. Fingers were fumbling with my hair, combing it, holding it. The look of relief on her face as he finally pulled away was dreadful to see. Footsteps, my owner was coming. Soft waves rippled over my feet in the wet sand. There seemed to be different areas. My newly cut hair felt good and I settled down and waited for my owner. “You can get her back in three hours.” He nodded and just left me with these women. Would I see other humans? You know, after you’ve had one, you always want another one.”
“True, true. Retching she bent over, vomiting cum and spit over her tits and on the floor.