As it turned out, I got the chance almost as soon as we got to Brighton the next day. We were given a lecture on health by Miss Twygg, who informed us...that a healthy young woman required an average of one paroxysm a week to avoid hysteria – men required at least one per day. After that, His Majesty entered the room and announced that he intended to fulfill our needs until such time as we arranged a suitable marriage. When he asked who wished to go first, I eagerly volunteered.Freddie took me. My black hair swept down my face as I found him on the recliner watching college football.“Come on,” he groaned. “Don’t let those fucking pussies sack the quarterback. Get your act together.”“Daddy,” I purred, sauntering to him. “Can I ask some advice?”He glanced at me and froze at the sight of my smooth midriff and bouncing breasts. I reached his recliner and plopped down on his lap, my legs thrown over the chair’s arm. He tensed. He was a tall man, his hair dark. He had a goatee that made him. That was his only purpose now. Bailey sat back down and placed a hand over Julian's head and grabbed a handful of hair. She then started pumping Julian's head up and down on her cock. "It won't be long now," she said urgently. Julian was even more thrilled. Bailey was using his mouth to jack herself off. His mouth and head was being used as a sex toy, to drain cum into. He sucked and wiggled his tongue with all his might. Suddenly Bailey's cock jerked upward and forward, and Julian's mouth was. It was clear that the trucker loved shoving his dirty dick in this respectful wife’s mouth, because he was progressively speeding up the pace and intensity of his thrusts. It was clear that Victor loved what he saw by the enormous bulge in his pants and as for Stacey, the drips of pussy juice beneath her spoke bluntly about how much she enjoyed the whole experience. A cocktail between being humiliated by an old, hairy trucker and the excitement of having her husband watch the whole scene gave.