Claire had made a lovely dinner but it had obviously exhausted her as she went to bed as soon as it was over. James, Rob and I sat on the sofas with m...re drinks. So there I was – drunk, very horny and sat with my two favourite men – a recipe for disaster perhaps? Or satisfaction, depending on how you look at it. We were all very giggly by this point and the air of sexual tension was almost unbearable. I lifted myself from the sofa and almost fell, one too many glasses, perhaps. I steadied. ‘Seriously James, get down here.’ James traded spots with Zack, and grabbing the slave’s hips, guided his dripping ass over his once again swollen member. The slave moaned as he was speared once again. He was limp, worn out from his struggling and fighting. Once again Austin guided the boy’s hand to his cock. ‘Stroke.’ The hand shook, but wrapped around his cock. On the other side Zack put the slave’s other hand to work stroking his swelling cock. The boy looked so defeated, so broken. He. He turned to Zofie when they stepped into the corridor where the porters were waiting. “Seriously?” She opened the door to her room and invited Tom to enter. When he saw inside, he realised she wasn’t joking. It was palatial. This was the Royal Suite. The room was nearly as big as his house and accounted for one half of the fifth floor. The wardrobes must have been twenty feet across. There was an ornate gold and lilac dressing table with guilt edged mirrors. The chandelier which hung from the. I was rubbing her clit and eating that sweet old cuntmaureen thrust her pussy in my face. oh tom fuck me please its been waytoo long fuck me.i told her to get on all fours on my bed i stood behind her, rubbing my head all over her swollen opening and clit, i slide my fat cock into her, oh shit tom that feels wonderful! ohs its been too long i pushed my cock all the way in her oh!!!!! she cried out my god thats a huge cock your stretching my pussy!! oh my god, fuck you cocksucker fuck me hard.