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Barbie added up, and all I did was chuckle heartily. “Okay girls?” I said, making sure that everything was well in place. “We’re so gonna swim in dicks.” Sunshine screamed before thrashing her hands in the air, all along while pushing me forward. “Small, swollen, and limp dicks.” Barbie chimed in, and I couldn’t agree more. Chunk a bucket of big bellies, liquor stained odor and you get a full picture of the night of the stripper.

“Ebony? Daddy kinks? Or BDSM?” Grace grinned a little. “Daddy kinks.” I picked a good video and started playing it on the big TV. The sounds of moaning filled the room. On the screen, a young girl was calling a man “Daddy” while he fucked her. I slipped my hand between Grace’s legs. She was already wet. I rubbed her pussy gently first, then pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned loudly and pressed her face into my chest. “That’s it,” I whispered. “Feel Daddy’s fingers.”

Videos of her looking flirtatiously into the camera - playing with her breasts, turning around and bouncing her ass cheeks, pretending to masturbate. In the sidebar, she advertises her webcam services. "Come play with me!" says the title. Below, the fine print says, "I don't do full nudity but we can still have lots of fun." My mind is reeling. My baby is doing pornography. I slam my laptop shut. My blood is heated. I need to sleep on it and think about next steps in the morning. About an hour later, I open the laptop again. I can't sleep. I am a mess. And...

Instead, he was holding Theresa in his arms, his hands gently caressing her stomach. I had blacked out for what felt like an eternity, yet it didn’t matter to him. His concern wasn’t for me—it was for his mistress and the baby she was carrying. "Barren." The word echoed over and over in my head like a curse I couldn’t escape from. I tried to shake it off, but the pain wouldn’t leave. He saw me as barren. That was how he defined me. Not as his wife. Not as the woman who had loved him for years, who had given him everything I had. Just… a barren woman.

He then unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, a subtle gesture that caught the attention of the women in the room. Two girls were seated nearby—one on Charles’s left and the other on his right—pouring him drinks and giggling at his presence. They leaned closer, their eyes widening as they took in Stephan’s casual yet captivating demeanor. The sight of his unbuttoned shirt, even partially revealing his toned physique, sent them into a flurry of whispered excitement. Charles watched the scene unfold with a satisfied smile. “You all can leave now,” he said, gesturing dismissively to the girls.

I simply lowered my bottoms waistband and briefs, flashing my semi-hard dick out as I changed topic as if nothing happened. That worked. He shut up, joined me on the couch, got his face on my crotch and gave it a good sniff - I must've been a bit musky as I had been on a run in South Park earlier that day. He seemed to enjoy that so I got my (now fully hard) dick out.

“Let’s take her to the hospital, so I can see Kayla too?” His face hardened. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said coldly. I blinked, taken aback. “But… Kayla’s awake. And Jarvis needs—” “I’ll handle Jarvis,” he snapped, crossing the room. “Make me tacos. You can leave after.” His words were as cold as ice. “Tacos? Again? Are you married to me, or did you just hire a maid?” The words escaped before I could stop them. Barrett turned, eyes flashing. “You never wanted to be a wife. You needed a roof and a job. I gave you both.”

I reached for his boxers, only for Garren to pull away, shaking his head. "Tonight is all about you, Poppy." Garren moved his hands down my body, sitting back on his heels as he looked down at me. His fingers slid between my lips, his thumb circling my clit. "Now be a good girl and cum for me," Garren commanded as he slid his finger inside me. I didn't think it was possible to do it again. But as he moved his thumb faster on my clit, pushing his finger in deeper and deeper I lost it.

Clearly unwilling to open the door. "I know you're in there, Barbarian. I can smell the stink of you're joining from out here. Is that a slave girl you have in there?" Yes.

Her mind was completely consumed with complete obedience. "Take it all, whore," Barbie ordered, slapping her ass again, as Karen gagged. She knelt down behind the chubby blonde, moved her hand to the white slut's pussy and rubbed. "Ohhhhhh," Karen moaned on contact. "The bitch is soaking wet," Barbie announced to the two men. "Yeah, obviously her pussy needs some black dick," Carter said. "Don't fuck her too good," Barbie joked, as Carter pulled her up. "Wouldn't want any noise complaints," she added sarcastically.