The music started and I knew it was my sister’s favorite song. I should, I had heard it almost every night. Every night! Shit she had been practicin... to that song as I was trying to cum.Jacqueline closed her eyes, started to sway, and then started to sing along with the song. As the song built up tempo so did Jacqueline. Before long she was really into it. Her body gyrated and her clothes began to come off. Not that she was wearing very much. After all if a girl wore a bra, panties, skirt, and. So my cousin John (not original name) seemed to have consigned himself to living in my small hometown for the rest of his life. Which is no problem, always good to see a familiar face. It was about a week into my vacation that I ran into him and we started to hang out. I was a bit curious, even though he wasn't Casanova, he always got the girls. I had heard this was because he was hung like a horse. What was further intriguing was that I had heard from an acquaintance that he even let curious. Wendy smiled at his unfocused response. "I'm going to be your slut, Michael. Is that what you want?"Michael nodded. Wendy went back to sucking his cock. As she spits it back out, she looked at Michael."What am I, Michael?" Wendy pressed."You're my slut. My guidance counselor slut", an emboldened Michael, responded. "That's what I like to hear," Wendy responded.Wendy licked the sides of the youthful cock. She started sucking on Michael's balls. "Oh, what a wonderful set of testicles.", Wendy. The women were mostly silent, though many of the ones getting fucked were loudly making it known that their men were the cause of their pleasure. As I looked around taking it all in, questions popped into my head. Part of me was appalled that these wealthy men could just hire women to do these things to them. Another part slapped that first part up side the head, saying why not? If the women wanted to do this and were getting paid well for it, who was I to cast any aspersions in either the.