I’ll be there,” I said.“Promise?”“I promise,” I said.And he happily shook my hand. “Great! Show up as soon as you can that morning. You ...on’t regret it,” he said, before returning to work.On the Saturday morning of the party, I drove to Bill’s house in my van, with three tripods and video-cams in the back. I arrived at the door holding just my digital in hand, though. I wasn’t even 100% sure I was at the right house. A slim and attractive brunette, seemingly in her late thirties or early. I'm sorry I don't have a car of my own..." I always felt this urge to apologize when I was nervous."No problem. I like getting out of the house once in awhile," he shrugged. "So tell me about yourself, girl." Well..." I figured I oughta start with my name, since proper introductions hadn't come up yet. "My name is Rachael and..." Rachael, huh?" He chuckled. "No need for any of that. I'll be calling you 'girl' or maybe 'bitch' from now on, depending on circumstances." Oh." I licked my lips, not. “Oh yes, sweetie, faster!”Her hand went into overdrive and now appeared as a blur as I watched.After what seemed an eternity, I saw long, thick ropes of sperm exploding onto Pamela’s tits and face, with some landing on Bruce’s belly.“Oh God, I’m cumming!” I moaned out and froze, realizing I may have been heard.Pamela lifted herself off of Bruce and stood. I could see cum dripping from her tits as she bent over his face, offering him a breast. He greedily licked her tit clean and when he was. Morgan - who was hopelessly naive - thought it was odd that his father took a bath with him and ‘anointed’ him daily in high school, but never thought there was anything wrong with it.Actually, I thought jacking off on a young boy’s face sounded beautiful. I just knew it was considered perverted and sick, and wasn’t part of some holy doctrine.I spent my week nights with my servants, Tiffany and Margaret. My parents live on the other side of town because my mother and I are too much alike and my.