I can't" Al looked at Wes coldly. "So you would rather have your best friend's twin sister get her face scarred for life." I jumped in. "Wes, please. ...t's not against my will. Do whatever they say." I noticed that Art and Bart were looking at Wes for his response. I mouthed silently, "but stall." I wasn't sure what good it would do ultimately, but perhaps something could get us all out of this. Wes nodded. "All right. If it's what you want, Ron." Al smiled. "Okay, on with the makeover. I know. If he would have called me a whore or a slut I wouldn’t have cared I was so into this experience I wanted what ever was to come next and for it to never end. I must have really been getting to Damien because he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me towards his head. Damien then suggested to me that I ride him but in a very special way. I was curious to know what it was and then realized what he meant. Giggling I asked how we would do it since I had never even thought about it before. He told me. He moved up the bed and Stacy’s lips engulfed his rod. She sucked hard and fast and he started to finger her pussy while she moaned. I still couldn’t really see her pussy yet because of the angle. That was about to change. Bob slid down in between her legs then lifted her ass up. He slid her over so now his ass was pointed at me but for the first time I was staring right into my mother in law’s cunt. It looked hairy but trimmed and she had no meaty lips and a big clit. I had to take my cock out. ” “You remember that you must have my permission to cum! Or I will have to punish you and you will not enjoy it. Understand.” “Yes Mistress.” With that she gently pulled my shorts off to revile my throbbing member. She lightly slaps it and tells me to get on the floor lying on my back. I am lying on the floor and they are both standing over me, my Mistress still in her business suit and John with his now semi hard cock out, staring at me like I am a piece of meat. “Relax.” My Mistress could.