Good Clean Fun. I lay across his knee, the twitching spasm of my climax slowly dying. Oh God, a climax already. Dad and Uncle Dave had not even starte... to get undressed yet. They had only been in the flat for 15 minutes and I had already had two good spankings, one from each of them, and a finger fuck from Dad. I felt Dad push me upright and I stood in front of him, wrists handcuffed behind me and only a see-through nightdress to cover my modesty. Not that I had any left after being made to cum. She was a master in the art and I was enjoying her blow job. I put my hand and cupped her tits and started to massage them as she continued her job after about five minutes.I told her that I was coming. She did not take her mouth out but replied with a uuum sound again. I filled her mouth with my juices and she got up. She ripped my lungi from my legs and took off her trousers. She came on me and took my lips. She smelled of my juices and we played a kiss game with our tongues rolling in each. “Oh god I’m cumming,”“MMhmm,” she groaned, and he exploded, jet after jet of his hot seed went down her throat, as she sucked every drop of it out of him. “Oh God you’re good,” he said.“and from what I hear you are too. I want it inside me so bad,” she said her eyes still on his dick, “but I’m not on the pill right now,”“There’s another way,” he said cautiously.“I- I’ve never done it that way," she bit her lip with a wicked smile, "but for you I’ll try it.” Mark poured some massage oil in his. Was I strange to them, or hard to understand? Was Minjoo trying to flirt with me? Maybe the friend was the girl dating the owner, and Minjoo was just hanging around because she had nothing else to do. Both of the guys who ran the place seemed much older than the girls; maybe they were family. Maybe she didn’t start showing up so often until we first started talking—my memory of when I had started noticing her was quite blurry. Too many possibilities, and too many questions. If I could just talk.