You enjoy being served

You acknowledge Jean with a simple nod before taking a good look at the delicious sight of your two lovely wives working together so harmoniously in such revealing attire. Jean has the perfect curves and proportions for you to take hold of. You can easily grab her by any part of the body and know you have something nice and plump to enjoy. And Kitty is the epitome of youthful vigor. She doesn't seem to ever lose stamina or desire for sex. Her tight pussy never seems to stop dripping for attention, no matter how many times it gets pounded.

"Kitty," you order her, "come sit with me in the living room while we wait for breakfast."

Kitty immediately stops flipping pancakes and rushes to your side before you both make your way to the next room.

Once you're seated on the couch, Kitty crawls between your legs and begins licking up and down your massive shaft. Her tongue swirls around the head every now and then as she looks deeply into your eyes, eager to see that her actions please you.

A moment later, the sound of Emma's shrieking suddenly comes to an abrupt end.

Jean enters the living room, setting your breakfast on the end table beside you. "Emma is still alive... unfortunately..." she remarks before kneeling next to Kitty and kissing your balls as if she is worshipping them.

You nonchalantly turn on the news while enjoying a strip of bacon. The slutty newscaster speaks of yet another group of women that have overthrown their country and pledged allegiance to you. The camera zooms out, displaying several women in skimpy uniforms holding signs saying 'we belong to you.'

Jean scoffs at these women. "Look at them. They actually think you'll ever touch them. How pathetic."

"Speaking of pathetic..." Kitty adds as Rogue drags Emma into the living room.

The poor blonde looks like a broken ragdoll being haphazardly presented before you, her entire body limp and unable to function. Her asshole gaping so wide that you wonder if a baseball could fit in it.

Jean smirks. "What an improvement. She finally has an asshole big enough to match her shitty personality."

Rogue tosses Emma to your feet before bowing to you and offering you her mouth, eager to please you.

You ignore her and shove Kitty and Jean aside, then grab Emma by her waist. Her eyes barely manage to flutter slightly before going lifeless again. It takes all of her energy to even maintain some semblance of awareness at this point.

But that is enough. You know Emma well enough to understand that she is sorry for questioning you. This is enough for you to forgive her.

You gently lay your blonde beauty onto the couch, then take a seat next to her. Your hand slowly glides between her soft thighs, finding your way to her swollen, over-used clit. She whimpers softly as her pussy squirts out a tiny spurt of juices.

"Master..." Emma whispers weakly. "I love you..."

Rogue looks on with jealousy and frustration, wishing desperately to be in Emma's place, while Jean and Kitty return to servicing your length.

Suddenly, there's a loud, booming knock at the front door of the mansion.

[Comment who you want to see at the door and what they want!]