So I will back off and let you two alone.” She pulled away from me and just stared at me, then said, “No. That’s not what I want. I want you Doug. These past few months have been great and I feel like I did when we dated before college. Call me selfish, but I want you both in my life, as my best friends, and my lovers. Could you handle that?” she asked. “Wow Sara. How would this work? Does she know how you feel about me?” I asked. “Yes she does. We had this same talk last night. She says she can share, if you can. I love you Doug, and I don’t want to lose you again. That would rip my heart out this time. But I love her too, and I am the only person she really has in her life. Both kids are now gone and moved away, and only visit at holidays, if they can.” Sara sobbed Even as her arousal rose, she couldn’t help marveling at the ease and skill with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the same time. My mother trembled as she joined me in rapture. “You haven't wasted your edits for the day?” my wife asked as we neared the front of the college. "So, it's really late." You made me your sex slave she said as she tried to smile with the ring gag behind her teethe holding her aching jaws open. Mom finally cries out her pleasure as I lap up her free flowing cum. And Sally just nodded her head, as she kept on sucking away on the head of my dick, and pumping up and down on my shaft with her hand. I was full of her milk when I fell asleep between their two somewhat disappointed bodies. And there are some other, well, new things you’ll get to do. “You heard us?” I doubt she had time enough to do more then wash her hands by the time we were back in the living room. I notice that my back is a bit sore, but I don’t know if its from all the play or if it’s from the crappy chair. She thrust her pants and blue panties down in a single go, her cock popping out.
Her nipple is blackened and she can see the herbs stuck to it. Adam is working on freeing her other breast from the table. Charlotte glances down at her chest, feeling a cold and empty tingling where her breasts previously were. She looks up again and sees that everyone is once again just paying attention to Adam doing his job of cooking entrees for them. Charlotte's dizzy, having trouble concentrating, and her vision is a bit blurry. Charlotte stumbles slowly into the back room and carefully fills a glass with ice water. Feeling her decreased coordination, she uses two hands to bring the glass to the customer, one supporting it from underneath, and the other holding it from the side. As she approaches, she can see one of her breasts, nipple up, sliced into perfect half inch squares on the customer's plate. The center square of the dish, the longest of the slices, has her nipple perfectly centered. The customer has already eaten a couple bites of outer slices. Her other breast had been thinly sliced and drizzled with a thick white cream sauce. This second dish sits in front of a woman who had just come in and is enjoying her meal. Continuing her duties, Charlotte offers a drink to this new customer and does her best to keep herself composed and professional. She still has about five more hours to get through before her shift is over, at which point she'll need to figure out what to do with the rest of her body if no one else decides to take what's left. As she walks into the back room again to get the woman a water, Charlotte suddenly feels a cool liquid against her side. Turning sharply, she sees that her manager, Kevin, is pouring olive oil on her reddened skin. Before she has a chance to speak, Kevin explains "When burned like this, it's best to keep the skin moisturized. Olive oil is a pretty good moisturizer. Oh, and I called Jim to come in and cover the rest of your shift, so once he gets here, you won't have to worry about serving drinks anymore." "Th-Thank you...", Charlotte slowly sputters. She's still in shock about the whole thing. It shouldn't be so big of a surprise since something like this happens to everyone eventually. She's certainly been on the other end of this process plenty of times before as well, the first ever being when she helped her parents cook her sister for Thanksgiving one year, and the latest being just a few weeks ago when she sucked off one of her neighbors in the stairwell of her apartment building, sliced off his dick as he came, and pulled him up and into her apartment to torture and butcher. That still didn't fully prepare Charlotte for her debreasting. There are plenty of times in the past when she expected to be dismembered and cooked, like on carnival rides, or all the times she's been kidnapped, but at some random day at work isn't when she expected it to happen. “To think I’m now taking care of the boys and girls I grew up with, not to mention the boys and girls I gave birth to.” “Your mother has sapped my aggression.” Certiok giggled, “I’m feeling quite defeated now.” The spit helps them glide in and out and with every plunge deeper my ass feels fuller. That’s right, push them all the way off. No rangers in the bedroom; only beasts here.” He whipped her pubic mound brutally and then let the cord drop onto her writhing body while he hurriedly ripped off his clothes. The collar beeped to indicate that it– or whoever was controlling it– was still listening.
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