Attempting to slither further down onto Darren cock, the cock that had enslaved her mind and body. Her pussy flooded over the massive rod infiltrating...her cunt and dripped down onto the sofa. In her trance, Karen failed to notice that a tall man was standing in the doorframe observing the scene of his youngest song rutting with a little slut in a beautiful dress. When she looked up, Karen jumped off Darren’s cock in fear shouting loudly “What the fuck?”Darren didn’t even look up and firmly. Jeff collapsed on the bed on Monty’s left side, both men now breathing ever so heavily. Still breathing sharply, Jeff rolled over and sank both lips over Monty’s. Their kiss was long, and deeply passionate. A few heart felt minutes later, their kiss broke, and Jeff whispered, “This was way better than any fantasy. Happy birthday Monty!” Monty was a bit too exhausted to speak, and Jeff was looking at him with their eyes connected to one another. Jeff spoke, “I might be a bit out of line, but. With her it is hard to tell sometimes. Maybethat's the attraction for me, because I do enjoy the submission and lovewhat I have been becoming. I also feel great comfort in being - for lackof a better word - "owned" by E.Word count starts below:My dress isn't what anyone would call simple, although many would callit cute. But it isn't cute in a flirty or fun way. Not at all. It is amodest dress. So it is a modest dress, but not a simple one. My dress isjust below the knee in length, and has a. “You think so? I guess we have only known each other for two years.”She studied me some more.“I have a little boy,” she said.“I know. His name is Chris,” I replied. “He draws pictures that you put up in your room.”“You’ve been in my room?” Her eyebrows went up.“I confess I looked through the window in the door a couple of times,” I said. “I assumed the crayon drawings on the wall weren’t made by your students.” I thought about some of the shenanigans the kids in that school had been involved.