Kara and I follow him out into the street. Her gaze carefully sweeps the area for danger. My hand unconsciously goes to the pommel of my iron sword. Gort leads us the couple blocks to a run down house. Three stories tall, and mostly wood. Obviously abandoned. Though there are signs of squatters. We step inside to take a look around. I’m no contractor, but the place is a dump. “Looks like a lot of work.” I tell him. indian Gort nods with a smile. More and more the Goblins look forward to big projects. As a group they were amazed at how well they crafted the irrigation for Oxfront Village. His eagerness would surely be matched by the others. A place of our own. Even if it is temporary. We make our way through the house. Karagoth snarls when we hear someone dart out the back. Definitely people trying to live here. Later in the evening I sit back and relax. Watching Kara sitting on the edge of my bed. The beautiful green Orc wears a red, silk one-piece. With matching stockings. Snowy lays across her lap naked. The submissive Human gasps each time my partner’s firm hand lands on her cute ass. Slowly turning it pink. Rebecca kneels between my legs. Her beautiful face bobbing up and down in my lap. She sucks my cock deep. Her round bottom red and stinging from her own spanking. “What do you think?” I ask Kara. “About the house.” She raises her eyebrow and smacks her slaves bottom. “It’s only of value if we plan to stay for some time.” I nod in agreement. “It would be a big morale boost, though.” I suggest. A shiver runs through me. My orgasm is getting close. My wife looks questioningly up at me. My dick still hard in her mouth. Her tongue still licking my shaft. “I never thought,” gasped Vanessa, “I’d do this” another gasp “or…” Phyllis finished the thought: “that it would feel so good?” Vanessa nodded and indian opened her legs more for Duke. When we arrived, Ms. Hodges, the owner, stood by a table in the midst of the vineyard with a few more wine glasses. Avan greeted them and led the dazed girl to her bedroom. To answer him, she pulled her cunt up his length and sank back down on it. Couldn't understand how Father's soul could be used. “You were so turned on that you were ramming your cock down her throat while calling her a slut. I couldn’t help myself. His mother screamed, and Chris hit it again and again harder and harder each time. “We probably don’t need that”, I assured her. "Alright . . . “Oh, Master, yes, yes, we have to cum! I realized I had no choice. She was already wet and aching for more, she couldn't deny it. “Thank you very much.” This love game continued for another 15 mts I am about to finish. I was actually trembling when I opened the box the next day. Granny Ellen screamed and yelped for more as I showed no mercy on her while I tore her asshole apart with my entire hand ramming her sphincter. “You’re such a good slut, Erin,” he whispered.