I nodded, yes sir, I believe you're right. He shook his head, I believe you should stay the night. I don't recall the next couple of hours but I woke ...p in a very warm room a little bigger than a closet. I was only in my underwear, under a thick blanket, sweating like a pig. As I tried to figure out where I was I stumbled out of the room. There were like four or five older ladies sitting around a heater in a courtyard. They found me and my situation funny as they pointed and laughed at me. One. ”I slide her thick head between my lips, it’s almost too big to fit. I have to strain my jaw open to get it in.She pushes my head down, forcing more of her cock in my mouth. “Swallow it, bitch. I want my dick down your throat.”I take down a big gulp and her shaft sinks down my throat, clogging up my windpipe. She starts thrusting, giving my face a good fuck. I can feel everyone watching me as she thrusts her fat anaconda all the way down my throat. My nose meets her pubes. The musky scent of. She giggled coyly and played with her hair. She dropped a flirty innuendo and I made reference to remembering the sound of her moans from the other night. She laughed and punched my arm playfully. I enjoyed the attention and she was clearly aroused by the possibilities.But time was running out, and by the time we reached my house, she pretty much gave up on social seduction and grabbed my shirt, saying, "Please, Ben. I need you to shove your thick cock up my ass and make me feel as completely. Soon there was a second, and a third, and most of the room was laughing thirty seconds later. Just as the laughter began to die, Mrs. Argus spoke up."Oh honey!" she exclaimed breathlessly to her husband. "I always wanted to be a scofflaw!"That broke the room up again, and it was time for me to step into the conversation again."You see now the enormity of what is about to happen. The drastic alterations we must make in the way we think and plan. Now we can go home and think on this, and.