In the third cup, she filled almost half of it with vodka and the rest of the way with coke. She smiled the entire time. “This one is for Stacy.”I... was at this time that we heard the shower start.I left for her dad's bedroom. There was a pair of shorts waiting for me. I had dropped them off a couple of days ago.Cassie went to the bathroom and opened the door. “Stacy, are you okay?”"Yes,” Stacy answered, “I needed to clean myself off.”I looked from the master bedroom to the bathroom. I saw. What the hell was wrong with him?!Gabe moaned quietly in pleasure as he looked at himself in the mirror, face burning with shame though he couldn’t seem to stop himself.He’d spent the day at work as normal ... well, almost normal. He’d felt increasingly off-kilter and out of place as the day had worn on, and had found himself distracted in meetings, unable to focus at all. His mind kept wandering back to the night before, and the pleasure he’d felt cleaning his wife out with his tongue.He. He held her head from behind and pushed her face deep into Tina’s cunt. “Let’s see if you can be a little more enthusiastic lapping up the spanked bitch’s pussy juice.” John turned to Martha again, “Play with your clit and pinch your nipples…but don’t you dare cum.” Dawn reached up and pinched Tina’s clit while fucking her with her tongue. Tina screamed, “Yes…fuck it, fuck it…don’t stop…fuck me please!” With that Tina’s face tightened up and her entire body shook as her shocking orgasm hit like. ”“Thank you, Mistress, I feel honoured. I see it has accepted your collar, Mistress.”“Yes, we shall see how it progresses from here.”She laid out two place settings and then pointed at the slut and raised a querying eyebrow.“I don’t think cutlery is necessary, Magda. I’m sure she’s used to eating like an a****l.”Magda left and returned almost immediately with a tray carrying two plates of food and a bowl. She laid one in front of me and the other at the second place setting. She hesitated with.