RYKER

“Fuck! Your pussy tastes like honey.” The words crack through the wooden door, so loud that anyone passing through the hallway would hear.

My hand hesitated before coming in soft contact with the door, and when no one answered, I knocked again.

“Come in.” A raspy voice echoed from inside.

On the bed were two slaves with my dad sprawled naked. His manhood throbbing upward as if in prayers to the goddess.

One slave sat beside him, a streak of cum drooling from her lips to her ...