" "Ok," Mike looked at me. "Ok, you can sit on my lap." Mike, it's a five hour drive to your college," his father said."I know, but mom doesn't weigh ...uch. What do you say, mom. Would you mind sitting on my lap?"'Ok, I'll sit on your lap. But if it gets too uncomfortable I want to stop at a rest stop." I said looking at Steve my husband. He agreed. "Ok, let's get our showers so we can get on the road."My shower didn't take long. Since I would be sitting on my sons lap for five hours, I wanted. Frank continued this pleasant torture until he had sipped and licked his wine glass empty, then leaned in to finish his wife off in a crashing orgasm that left her shaking in the chair. He looked up at her with a self-satisfied grin, then leaned back on his heels. Undoing his pants, he pushed them and his shorts down his thighs, then knelt again and moved forward. Tucking his wife’s legs over his arms, his cock found easy entrance into her pussy, twitching and pulsing with desire. Karen gasped. "My dad obviously wasn't immune to Carla's commanding abilities as he began to strip off until he was as naked as I was. His cock was already pretty hard from watching us and I couldn't help but admire it, it might have been about half the size of Carla's but it looked good enough to eat. What had happened to me? What had Carla turned me into? I was salivating over my own father's cock."You know, bitch, your daddy is quite the skilled cocksucker," Carla said as she continued to fuck me with a. "I'll ask Mistress Sarah if she will receive you," offered Jacqui, holding out her hand for more credits."How much will it cost me?" asked Karl, taking a fistful of money out of his overalls."All of it," came the unexpected reply, and Jacqui scooped all of his money on to her table."That's not enough," she snorted, "No where near enough. Come on, you're rich; pay up."Karl was so shocked by this unexpected aggression that he paid up all the rest of the money he had on him without a murmur and.