She was hot, would ordinarily have turned to return the kiss and invite a more passionate response from his lips. Instinct told her that was not the g...me they were playing.Now the Mistress spoke, “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much which mannerly devotion shows in this.”At which she roughly pushed the young man face down on the table. Her hand also moved to his buttocks but then hovered above it.“For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch.”She brought the hand down with two. I pulled my coat tighter around me as I began the walk home. "Hey Jess!" I turned to find a friend of mine, Ray, coming up behind me. I smiled. He was cute, but I'd known him since I was six. We had never been more than friends."I'll walk you home" he offered."Thanks" I said. We walked on and chatted about this and that. Our families and work things like that. Then he asked about my boyfriend. I froze. "We broke up last week. I don't really want to talk about it." I said as we turned into a. I laid on the floor and the businessman started to suck my dick. Linda was sitting cross legged behind me rubbing my shoulders. She said it looked hot and went to get a girlfriend to watch me get sucked off. This man was about fifty un-cut and jerking off as he slowly sucked me. Soft smooth like a wet pussy. The girls came in and watched him go faster and faster on my cock. Linda told the man that I was a big cummer. Just then I blew my load he swallowed every drop and licked it clean .I was so. .. and then for Carly’s first and last facial from me. I also ate her pussy and rimmed her for the first ... and last time.Things blew up after that, or rather, Mr. Taylor had. He was a deacon at his church, after all. Carly had missed a dab of my jizz somehow in her cleanup, maybe accidentally, maybe not. He was furious with both his wife and daughter, tried to ground the latter for the whole summer, but Mrs. Taylor put her foot down. She threatened to walk out, with Carly in tow, and Carly.