My clit was aching and each movement was bringing my closer to the edge. When my orgasm gripped me I felt my juices flow as I squirted onto his face. ...Looking over my shoulder, I could see his cock starting to harden its bulbous end glistening with our love juices. I turned and lay beside him my head next to his cock; I watched his hardness growing as I stroked his foreskin back, I cupped his balls and took his hardness into my mouth. I gently stroked his balls and as my tongue teased the. Do you?” He did have an accent: Scottish, yes it was Scottish.“I suppose so” Sandy answered.“Then listen carefully. You will address me as Sir and you will obey all of my requests, they will be given as such, they are not orders. Your husband is in control and I will stop if he wants me to but first you must demonstrate your willingness to go ahead.”“How do I do that?” “You call me ‘Sir’ to begin with. I won’t tell you too often. I want you to raise your dress and pull your panties down, then. I don’t know if you want to flip a coin and the loser has to help me, but one of you is going to have to help me inside the shower. I waited as long as I could. I am sorry girls,” I apologized. “I will help you this time,” Emily said. She went and donned her bikini and got the water nice and hot. She helped me strip and covered my casts with plastic bags. I hobbled into the shower. The hot water felt amazing. I was able to wash half of me but one handed I was screwed. Emily grabbed the soap. Guess I should have stipulated something. With women, I’m a Top ... even with most guys, I’m a Top. But with you, sir ... I’ll gladly bottom. Mind taking us in? I want to move in with you guys. So does Ginger. We’re not going back to Jersey. Come on ... we’ll do whatever you want! Men, women, any combination of the same,” Leslie told me with a kiss of my own, “By the way, we had you last night ... all we needed was just enough time in the middle of the orgy, and there it was. Your yummy cock in.