“I'm soooo excited I can't stand it,” I said.And I was, my heart was pounding out of my chest, I was really moved in a manner that that I had neve... quite been before, I think it was because I was getting to indulge a fantasy.Then he turned me around and began to caress my rear. I loved having his hands on me, his hands were small, not like meat hooks and well shaped.Just then he pushed me forward, I laughed again and asked, “Where are we going Master?”“I'm gonna tie you up Taffy,” he said.I was. Feeling it was hopeless to resist, I stopped moving Rach’s hand, only to feel her casual placement turn to outright groping as she squeezed my cock, and maneuvered it around to lay closer to her, across my hip.I had just decided to extricate myself, and somehow get to a bathroom, when the gate opened. I stayed seated as Rach and mom stood, willing the monster to go away before it was too late. Rach looked back at me, and smiling wickedly, said “Jake, don’t be rude”. Mom glancing, thankfully. She, in turn, cupped my rekindled balls, and had her way with them. It was a delicious kiss, made more taboo by the fact that the remnants of Sarge’s precum juices were still quite evident in her mouth.Finally pulling away, she relinquished control of the leather strap and strode haughtily to where our guest’s head lay resting on the carpet. In a flash, she was kneeling spread-legged on all fours above it facing away from him. Her beautiful breasts hung beneath her as she assumed the position. The ride home was interesting, to say the least. Rose spoke about the party as if I were her best friend! She spoke about girls who she referred to as ‘sluts.’ Rose referred to the guys at the party as cocks, and all I could do was listen, and look at her firm, youthful tits. I heard a story of how a slut found a cock and gave him a “blowie” in front of everyone. “A ‘blowie’,” I asked? “What’s that?” Rose giggled and wisely said, “It’s a blow job. You know, when someone sucks a cock!” “Oh”.