. well, we’ll see where we go from here.”Barbara moved over and told me to get between the two of them.The bed was still crowded, especially since...they both cuddled right up to me.I woke to the most incredible sensation, my cock down Martha’s throat, she was showing Barbara some techniques.Martha wasn’t a goodie-two-shoes either, as soon as I started cumming, she pulled back, so that she could get some of the taste, get some of my cum in her mouth, and then invited Barbara over and snowballed. " I manage to grunt just before cumming. She holds my cock by the bottom of the shaft, and pulls it out of her mouth just before I cum, letting my cum rise in jets, coming to rest on her black-framed glasses. I pant to catch my breath as she takes her glasses off and lays them on the bench, near her bag.She reaches up from her kneel and puts both her hands on my chest, pushing me back, easing me into a laying position. I'm laying back while she gets to her feet, smiling all the while. I bring. I shook these feelings out of my head, and continued to act like nothing was going on. Once we got on the boat and caught our bait, we found our place in the harbor and anchored. It was a pretty normal day of fishing. We joked around, caught some mackerel, and a sting ray or two, (we don't like catching those because they will swallow your hook.)I was sitting on the bow of the boat, with my leg hanging over the side when my pole jerked, almost pulling me into the water. I fell backwards with. The robots served the meal.She ate without enthusiasm; ate because she knew she could be forced into the corner again.How? she thought. How can he force me to do that?Not just the corner. in the bathroom. And before, too.The question rose in her throat and she forced it down. No doubt he'd punish her if she spoke up.But she needed to know.She found herself glancing at him, then back at her food, again and again. Each time she tried to find the nerve to say something- and kept failing.Claude was.