"Would you take some coffee upstairs for the others while I make breakfast? Tell them I'll bring it up and they can have breakfast in bed. You can joi... us as well." OK," she said, and she took the pot and some cups up with her. I made a whole heap of scrambled eggs and bacon and put the whole mess on a tray with plates and utensils and carried it upstairs.I walked in and the girls were still lazily lying in bed. The room smelled of cum and pussy and Chrissy had clearly still not recovered from. Emma took her time putting my shoe on, her gaze rarely leaving mine. When both shoes were on, I checked the mirror and knew instantly this was perfect. I did a twirl and said, “So Emma, how do I look?” Emma walked over to me and said, “Ravishing.” I smiled back, “Thanks Emma. Gwen I think this is the dress and these are definitely the shoes. You think?” Gwen, who was gawking at me quite frankly, responded awkwardly, “Yes, yes, they are perfect.” I turned to Emma, “We will buy it all Emma. Can. .slap...”with your cock!”...slap...Your cock”...slap...”is in my pussy!”...slap. “Oh, fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...”...And that was all she could remember. She must have passed out from the wine somewhere along there. She wondered if she’d had another orgasm before that. If he had. She guessed that Peter had carried her upstairs and tucked her in like this. Well, she couldn’t lie here all day, though it was tempting, especially when she forced herself to stand up and immediately had to. Her mouth was producing copious amounts of saliva and he added his sticky pre-cum to the mixture dribbling slowly down her chin. A couple of times, the girl tried to say something but the rapidity of his deep strokes into her mouth and throat made her totally incomprehensible. He pushed his cock against the insides of the girl's cheeks and reddened them with some light slaps just to remind her that he was in control and she was merely performing for his pleasure.Her look of utter submission was.