He sat there naked, nonchalant. She could see they were alone. He was stroking his cock, not saying a word. Leila stripped out of her dress, took of... her bra and pulled down her thong and still in her high heels she climbed onto his lap and carefully slid his cock up her slit. “There’s my little whore,” Ace said. She rode on him in silence. “Are you my little whore?” he asked. “Uhh huhhh,” Leila said, unaware that she moaned it aloud in her sleep. “You need my cock, whore?” Ace asked. “Unnnn. His first blow job was not going to be from some little faggot kid.Jack continued to stroke himself very slowly. The sixteen years old boy was putting on a show. The sixty watt bulb in his nightstand lamp threw just enough light past the partially open bedroom door into the dark hallway where he could just make out his mother watching him.This was the third night in a row that thirty eight years old Sharon Glass peeked in at her son while he masturbated. She touched herself lightly through the. He wondered where the bathroom was. The succubi led him down long corridors carpeted in plush red velvet, through airy hallways lined with erotic statues and down so many flights of steps he didn't relish the thought of the journey back.The décor of the castle was overtly sexual. Everywhere Phil looked he saw paintings and sculptures depicting acts so lewd they'd make a whore blush. Even the gilded candelabra lining the walls were moulded in the shape of naked women. The candles within them. Do something for my family.The shower hissed off.A moment later a wet and naked Sam burst through the room and rushed by, a big smile on her face. She was out the door in a flesh, my daughter’s footsteps retreating to her room. I trembled as Steve came out.I put on a fake smile.Steve frowned at me. “You okay?”“Hmm?” I asked, trying not to look at my phone on the nightstand. I could feel it itching on the edge of my awareness. That app was on there, just begging to be used.“You look a little.