"Keep wanking yourself." she told me.I stood by her chair abusing my cock. Slowly her right hand reached out and curled around my balls, fondling them... My stiffness returned, my wanking became furious as I struggled to comply with her request for more. A female had demanded my sperm and I was unable to refuse. I orgasmed. My thigh muscles trembled andweakened and my balls jerked in her hand. Only a small bead of semen appeared which she wiped off with her thumb."Don't stop. One more now, then. I used four-dozen eggs, along with spices, shredded cheese, spices, and cream, to make scrambled eggs a la Worthington. Brita was doing both regular toast and French toast. KC also produced two huge bowls of mixed fruit and set the large dining room table for our fare.The first to show up looking ridden hard and put away wet was Elsa. She had a sheepish grin as she strolled into the kitchen. She had dried cum in her hair and on her thighs. A new hickey showed on one breast. She snagged a piece. The moment he sat down he looked deeply into her eyes. His hands were moving all over her. First he started on her thigh and began to slowly move to her cunt. Jean obliged and parted her knees to give Mark access. She felt him push her thong to the side and enter her hot, wet cunt with a finger. Jean leaned into Mark and their lips met. Instantly, his hot lips engulfed her mouth and they began passionately kissing. She placed her thigh over his to give him more access to her dripping pussy lips. In a stroke of bad luck, most of her belongings were stolen from her tiny studio apartment right before her trip out here. All she packed was some clothes and her feminine essentials.As she brought the bag up to her shoulder she felt like someone was staring at her from the cornfield to her right. Her heart rate quickened as she glanced over to a dark silhouette. The hair on her neck stood up as she fumbled around in her purse for the keys to the manor. Panic overcame her as the dark figure.