He tried to fight the sensation, but failed. Oh, he was twisted in knots, his crotch pressed against Ms. Jones' solid oak table. It--it felt so good! ...s. Jones stood with her feet wide apart, swinging the cane hard and fast, positively lashing the boy. Vito's ass was full and round under those silly baggy pants and the cane raised a most delicious THWACK! as she swung. She was in control, full of lusty energy, hot and able to do anything she pleased. Vito could only obey her. He was a horny. His hard, rough hands gripped my hips and he pushed his fat tool into me, stretching me again. Not deep, but so very thick, his cock started to hammer at me like one of his power tools, digging a post hole in the flesh of my fuckhole. I started to moan more and more loudly, no longer worried about the noise, and when my knees weakened and I came again, I shouted, "Oh, FUCK that's good cock!" Only his strong hands kept me from falling as the three of them laughed at my exclamation.Then, without. When I opened the door, there they were, both of them, each clad in one of my shirts.On Carlita, the shirt fit almost like a robe. On Brindy, I guess it was a bit tight when buttoned, because hers was unbuttoned all the way down the front.Got kisses from both of them, Lita first, then Brindy.The new 'normal'. My universe. Ably administered by Carlita, includes me and Brindy.Brindy told me in a private moment, "I let Carlita sort of lead this, Dave. She's your primary owner." You two decided. ‘Ummm, is pussy feeling good this morning?’ I answered. She didn’t reply except to kiss me and move partially over me. She slid on top of me about half way so that her wetness was now fully on top of the front of my hip and her breasts rubbed my shoulder and breastbone. Her movements were feline. It was like a cat who rubs up against you, moving without haste but never leaving contact. I was not sure, but even when she seemed to be still, there felt like a movement flowing through her body. She.