One of the young guys that had been stroking walked over still stroking and watching my suck Chris. "Zande don't you cum on my mother fucker." Chris ...arned. Zande asked "is his mouth good? Are you going to paint it with your cum?" Chris started rocking a little harder. I felt the head of his cock start swelling. I was barely able to keep it my mouth now. I felt the first spurt of cum hit my tongue. It was good. He finished cumming and pulled out of my mouth. As he backed away Zande. “Oh, its cold outside, give me your coats and Jen will fix you a drink,”Both women fumbled buttons with cold fingers before parting their coats and slipping them off to reveal matching red and black outfits. This time it was black patent thigh boots with red silk teddies and black bow ties.“Hope our outfits meet with your approval, Debs said you like it naughty,” offered Bex“Your outfits are just fine, but I didn’t realise you and Debs knew each other,” Jen chimed in as she offered the red wine. I took that remark as his acquiescence that I could do asI pleased, which is precisely what I did, hugging him all the tighter,and listening to the quickening of his heart beat until the coach cameat last.During the trip to John's estate, he gave me a short history of what Iwas about to see.The ancestral home of the Villiers family had begun as a single roundtower, a "keep" used to protect the family whilst they began the processof exerting ever greater and greater control over the. " As the words left her lips, handsunclenched their cocks and streams of semen sprayed against her body.She felt her nipples get covered by the warm fluid; she felt some sprayall over her pussy lips, and up to her bush and throbbing clit. Hermouth was wide open, and she was greeted with the salty taste of warmcum. It was in her hair, on her eyes, in her mouth, loads on each tit,in her belly-button, and all over her legs. She brought her fingers downand played with her pubic mound, blonde hair.