I shuddered, the fingers of my hands tracing over the tattoos of flowering vines covering my body. One vine spiraled around my left breast, pink buds ...pening into beauty. Each of the tattoos represented my training. This one represented the completion of my novitiate, the first step into being a priestess of Rithi. The other three represented my mastery of the arts. The vine entwining my right arm represented my mastery of painting, and the one growing up my left leg to my hip symbolized my. What an incredible dream! But there I was again, pool of sweat, and masturbation just not doing a thing. But it’s okay, I thought. My woman will be home tomorrow, and I’ll finally be able to get some relief. But those vivid images of Abby riding my dick were sooo powerful. I knew they were driving back from Columbus, and were leaving early. Debi Sue said they hoped to be home by 3pm. I was planning to be there when she got there, and take her out for lunch and hot sex. Anxious, I called the. Foster to smile, but he managed to resist. He was so close.“Suck your mother’s tits,” he mumbled, and even through the haze of exhaustion, he could feel Niles’ anger flare.“How do you like this?” he snarled.Mr. Foster opened his mouth to emit another utterance, and was delighted to find that before he could get any words out, the Mentor’s erection forcibly entered his mouth.When he’d been at college, almost twenty years ago, Niles had experimented with homosexuality - he’d enjoyed the few. I heard A say almost to himself "I got it!" and quickly engulfed the head of my cock in his mouth and sucked at the dollop of cum dribbling from my prick.We had to change position or I was going to cum way too fast. Right on cue H got off of my well glazed face and hopped off the bed. L was already up and in the corner tightening a HUGE strapon dil and harness onto her amazing body. As I looked down at A he had already let go of the plug in my hole and disengaged from my cock. He got up and off.