Linda did not remove our hands from her thighs and when we got to her place I got out of the car and went about fifty feet away and relieved myself of...the beer I had consumed. I lit a smoke and then proceeded back to the car where Linda and Pete were in the process of some heavy making out. I stood and watch as Linda reached down and undid Pete’s belt, unzipped his fly and unsnapped his pants and took her hand and pulled down Pete’s shorts exposing his hard cock.Pete’s cock when fully erect. "Angie looked at the enormous organ. "No. Its too much. You want him to choke me?" We won't let him." He's just a poor inexperienced boy. Don't turn him down. You'll give him a complex." You said you wanted to rest," Brad reminded her.Hands pushed the hesitant Robbie over toward the bed."Come on now, Robbie. Don't chicken out." There you go, Angie. Our nation's finest." And toughest. Help yourself."Robbie's penis was pushed up to her face. It looked even more monstrous close up. Angie cringed. Brianna said, "Slave, sit in that recliner here by the bed; Sam, you can sit anywhere. I find it so relaxing to have a good climax after a hard days work, don't you?" I find it relaxing to have a good climax anytime," I said. "Do you mind if I get closer? You never know when you might pick up a few good pointers." Help yourself," she said.I stood behind the chair my slave had seated herself on and idly squeezed and fondled her breasts. I had a very good view of the action from there, as did. The entire build-up to my orgasm; the online back-and-forth, the interaction at the bar and in the car ride, his authoritative demeanor, it all proved to me that I was his to be not only a slut for him but to be his slut. I knew it to be true, and I made sure he knew that I understood it also."Yes, you own my pussy. Ungh, you own me. I am your slut. I am yours, Daddy; use me."His pace stayed consistent as I relayed my revelation to him and rode out the final waves of my orgasm. I could already.