Three were married, with Charlene being the only single woman, and me being divorced.The next few days seemed to settle down some. Possibly the other ...roup of five just made us look like prudes. During dinner each night we listened to them tell us how many strange men had fucked them, gangbanged them, or how many cocks they had sucked. They had all slid down the food chain to the level of a gutter whore. We wondered if we had anything to do with it.My four women drank, danced, and flirted with. A's cock incredibly got longer and fatter with H's handling and I could see A's asshole clench and release rythmically with each upward and downward stroke of her hand.I had an opportunity here that I had fantasized about many, many times but had never been able to accomplish. My GF had offered herself many times but it wasn't the same thing with her. I slid over on my knee's and stopped just behind A as he continued to enjoy H's handywork. I slowly reached out, hesitatingly at first but. Roger increased his speed and my daughter began to pant. Victor played a card and, belated, the rest of us followed. Barley able to take our eyes of my daughter getting finger fucked and molested. My own cock was twitching and pressed so hard against my pants I thought I would die if I didn’t fuck her on this table now. But I resisted, half tortured, half enjoying the show. As was George, who now had his dick pulled out and was openly jacking off. Nobody was playing the game anymore. “Ugh. "What did you tell Mr. Sam about hot candle wax?"Clarity laughed, "I promise to tell you later Pat. Right now let's eat before Heather and Katherine call." Very well Miss Clarity but I intend to hold you to that promise. Mr. Sam had a rather strange gleam in his eye when he asked me about hot candle wax." Pat said.We all dug in to the food and managed to get our fill before five. Than at exactly five pm both Katherine's and Heather's phones started ringing.Clarity pressed both conference.