If you keep that up you’re gonna to make me cum.” She looked up and smiled at me, letting my cock go. “Is there a lot of cum?” I nodded yes. S...e kissed my stomach and chest, letting her nipples and tits graze over my manhood. I could feel my erection twitch and move on its own each time a hard nipple danced over the sensitive skin on the head of my cock. Sarah straddled me, taking my shaft in her hand and placing the head carefully at the opening of her love hole. Slowly, she slid her slippery. "Come on now Jen. It's not that bad, don't look so worried. We're not going to show this to anybody else, are we Marty? No, we're going to keep it just between us three. Providing of course that you behave yourself and don't do anything to upset me and Marty." The two of them exchanged looks that said it all. They had me in the palms of their hands and would expect me to cater to their sexual needs whenever and wherever they decreed. I felt like screaming, but as my head cleared, I realised. He pinched harder on her nipple as he felt the warm skin of her lips against his hard, sensitive tip. He pushed his hips forward as her hand guided him between her lips until he could feel the wetness inside. As she felt him penetrate her tight tunnel her hand released his shaft, her fingers gripping the sheets as he pushed deeper into her. She moaned softly as his stiff cock filled her and his hand moved across her breasts, stroking both her nipples while his free hand slid down over her flat. These refined pleasures, like many others the Archdeacon enjoyed, he'd discovered through the example of his father, Archdeacon James XXV. He still loved his father, but he'd loved him most when he squeezed his hands around his throat and throttled him while his father was still fucking the beautiful Asian child that had been presented to him on his last ever birthday.The Archdeacon was now enjoying both of his principal pleasures. Behind him, a huge black man had slid his huge cock inch by.