Finally the softened cocks fell out and the amount of spunk that followed had to be seen to be believed. I fell back onto my back and felt a tongue on...my arsehole licking and sucking trying to draw out all the man juice that had been deposited there and then the head belonging to this mouth popped up and I saw it was my mother, her face covered in sperm and licking her lips to get as much as possible into her mouth. She stood up and I noticed that she too had been needled as her tits were. She had so much built up energy and only her gals could release itfor her. Cassandra finally got to the bottom floor and stepped into theunderground passage. No one knew about this place and she wanted to keep itthat way. Her own personal harem.... "Honeys! Your mistress is here!" shecalled as she walked into the room.Her. "Honeys" or Gals sat in the middle of the large room. The passage ledto this room and this room early. How she managed to get something likethis built in secrecy was anyone's. Then I had to lay out another 400 to buy my ticket.But the money meant nothing to me. I had to have my Jenny!The flight got into St Petersburg at about 2 in the afternoon. I changed some money and left the airport, showing a taxi driver Jenny's address he took me there for 100 dollars (the bastard he wanted double that and I neary got into a fight with him).Jenny's flat was located in a area packed with 12 storey apartment blocks all in bad need of a repaint job. I went up the dark stairwell. From the day they moved in it was clear that they were extremely sexual. As soon as they were back from work, I’d hear their moans of sexual pleasure emanating through the walls. I guessed they must have been at it every moment they had together. There would be short periods of quiet and then the moans would begin, building and building, lasting for hours. I couldn’t help being impressed and a little envious about their endurance. When I was at home, I was always naked and more often than not,.