Breeding Cara

She was a newer slut in Master's household and was surprised when he called her for special duty

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Evening turned to nighttime and Master got up from his chair, setting his book aside, and from his six-foot frame extended his hand to Amy, the first servant-slut he had collared. She sat on one end of the sofa with her jeans-covered legs curled beneath her ass and her nipples protruding through her cotton top.

“Stand up, darling, and undress,” said Master, with green eyes piercing the night and soft lights playing off his olive-skin.

Cara watched quietly from her chair across the expansive living room, sipping her tea while Elizabeth, the third servant-slut in the household, finished her kitchen duties.

Amy obeyed, pulling off her shirt and showing her smallish tits. She unsnapped her jeans, wiggled out of them, and was left standing in red panties. Master held her, slapped her ass hard and lowered his mouth to her tits, sucking and licking before motioning for her to remove her underwear.

Master was aroused when he had his sluts strip in front of each other. He took Amy’s hand and glanced at Cara. “You’ll clean us up when we’re finished.”