The pain in my ass wasindescribable and my throat was beginning to throb.James came first. I felt a trickle on my tongue and he pressed my headagainst...his member as hard as he could while an explosion took place onthe back of my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. It tastedterrible, but it did help my now incredibly sore throat.Robert finally came a few minutes later and I felt warm liquid insideand around my ass. He slapped my ass pushed me over. I landed face-first on the carpet. Through. I had on my swimming shorts and an old t-shirt with the arms cut off. We both wore flip-flops. I was also wearing my industrial strength jock strap because I knew my big ram was going to get exited; it always did at the pool. It had a big enough pouch for a baseball cup so there was plenty of room for my massive root.So we sat side-by-side in the shade at an old table and chatted and ate and drank weak lemonade which was all they had. The conversation got around to boy friends, and she grinned. We never thought you should be our slave.”“Yes Mistress,” replied Kathleen.“In fact, we don’t think you should be anyone’s slave. We tried to get you to come to that conclusion on your own. At first, we thought that having us use you would make you give up slavery. Then we thought that sharing you with your brother would shame you out of it. That day with the dogs was another attempt. And we thought that the threat of your father taking you anally would scare you away. But none of that. She said to me –Call Girls & Whores are not allowed in this hotel. I angrily said- “shut up, she is my mother. She lost her husband last night that’s why she looks so exhausted. After finishing funeral in the day we came here for my father’s remembrance, because they spent their honeymoon nights here 20 years ago.”Receptionist expresses her sorry & allow Mom in my room. Room was very nice. We have no extra cloths. I went to bathroom to get fresh. Ma rested on bed . I came out wrapping hotel’s.