Inga and Brien walked in and stood beside Roger.“One minute, let me get the boss.” The women disappeared and a minute later returned with a man.�...Tess, I told you we don’t take greenbacks anymore!” The man said then turned to the three, “Where are you from and where are you headed?”Inga said, “We’re looking for Father John Taylor.”The man started to say something then stopped and just looked at Inga, then Brien, then a long look at Roger wearing his Marine Fatigues then back to Inga, “You’re the. This guy's tool is something that a girl only gazes at in porn videos and pictures but never dreams she will hold.As I began finally to stroke this meat the eighteen year old squeezed from behind me so that she was now beside both the guy and me, at her gasp I looked at her face, her eyes were bright and a look of wonderment spread across her face. I released the hard flesh from my gloved hand into her insistent hand and she grasped it tight. Not a word was said between us as the guy removed. UMMMUUUHHH ... UUUMMMUUUHHHAAA!”Suddenly, my cock slipped inside her - all the way to my balls. Donna froze for a few seconds, then slowly – she started fucking me. Faster and faster as she moved her body, making my cock slide in out of her tight pussy until I felt like I was close to losing my cum.She pulled her mouth off mine, smacked my lips and hugged me to her huge breasts. We had hands all over us but I knew Becky and Melinda have both given up trying to suck her nipples as she fucked me. I don't have a foot fetish, but I've always loved the sight of toes in latex."Give Rapewhore a bath, Whore. Do not talk to her, do not hurt her, do not comfort her. Just clean her and return her to the room." Yes daddy. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Her gaze never shifts, she stares straight ahead. Whore 3 had always been a good little slave, easily trained. She had been a fast food worker from San Jose. Perhaps it's because she had no life to speak of that she didn't rally against.