My FIL starts beating hard on them and my MIL kissing his abdomen, for more than 5~6 minutes, drops his cum on her boobs and shoulder. My pounding hea...t and wet pussy started to drip along with my sweat. Rushed back to my room, went to shower undressed and found my panty half filled with wet juice.Next day, could not control myself and started to think about my FIL a lot and his 8-inch stiff cock. I felt like touching myself most of the time, getting to evening time when I took coffee and. Rather than clear the way for her, the guys on my right, slid her out, across their laps. Once she headed for the rest room the conversation turned to other things. Sports, new clients at the office, etc...I started talking with Tom, to my right. "During the week, we usually come here. On a Friday, we'll go to Big Al's." I'd heard of the strip club but had never been there. "The girls are the best in the country...great table dances...", Tom said. The guys at the other end of the table. The wide collar comfortably supported the weight of my arms, butif I moved them upwards or outwards more than a little bit I pulleduncomfortably on my nipples. Vanya had obviously put a great deal ofthought into her plans to change me into her slave-girl and I wasbeginning to realise that, even at the outset, I'd had very littlechoice about the matter. I had walked like a fly into Vanya's web andnow there was no way out, even if I wanted it."You cannot remove your slave-collar and please don't. Their figures were very similar, all curves and full-breasted. I also had several friends whose moms I paid close attention to, my favorite MILFS, one, Andy Rhine's mom, she was really nice. I'd seen her in a short skirt once and that was the day that I became a 'leg-man, ' for sure.So, not surprisingly, I sat there appraising my grandmother's figure, she was dressed, of course, very nicely, her hair and face perfectly done up, a dark skirt and jacket, trim at her waist, the jacket revealing to.