Fuck, he grunted, you are so hot Mom. You are too, baby. You are a hot fucking stud, just like your Dad was, I moaned, beginning to buck back on his c...ck, wanting him deeper inside me. Bounce that ass on my cock, Mommy, he instructed. I obeyed, attempting to get in a constant rhythm. Good girl, he repeated the magic words, his hands slowly roaming over my back and ass. Oh yes, son, your cock was made to fill me, I moaned. I bounced back on his cock for an eternity, Michael having already came. Wolf sat at a table at the other side of the hall, at ahigher ground, and stared at us. As we approached his table we wereseparated and Elizabeth was conducted to a nearby table, in the frontrow. I looked afraid at her, almost in panic, but the guard led me to a place at the right side of Wolf, who stood up as I approached. He was definitelyinterested in going through with that charade.All that attention and the fear of being recognized caught me off guard and I simply sat at a small wooden. I heard Phil grunt and shout. “Fuck I’m Cumming. Fuck Cumming.” I could only feel Phil’s thick cock vibrate and grow thicker in my throat and knew he was shooting his load into my stomach. He was shooting his load directly from his cock directly into my stomach. I felt Phil’s grip on each side my head gripping tighter and I was afraid he’d squeeze my head right off. He pulled his cock out of my stretched mouth and shot a big load on my tongue. I loved the flavor of his thick salty cum on. G. But I still don't have the kind of privacy I need for that. I do need to do something. I pull out the shit covered straw and twirl my nipples again, marking them brown and smelly shit. I press the straw into the slit of my dicklet and twirl some brown into it. My precum makes the filth run over my dicklet head and spread. It is all too much. I suck the straw into my mouth, sucking in piggy poo and rub my dicklet a few more times … it shoots a stream of white cream on the desk. If my shit.