And, he was right.Was I strong enough to resist? Would you be?The fullness of my stomach, the heat building in the room from the sun beaming through t...e open curtains and my own tired state must have caused me to doze off. I was dreaming again.I dreamed I was in the living room of the ranch house at Glenwood Springs, sitting in my easy chair. Instead of using my foot rest, my feet were propped up on the back of Cathy, who was naked and on all fours with her pregnant belly hanging down below. You like being my good little whore on display for the room to see. That is so damn hot. Does it make your pussy want to cum? The man behind you slides the beads out of your ass and asks you if you have been good girl. You try to answer with a cock in your throat. But all you can do is moan. You moan so hard and deep that it makes the cock in your mouth cum. As he shoots his cum, he holds your head and fucks your throat. “Take it,” he says. “Take it like a fucking slut.” He shoots so much cum. "Not much. It just sounded like maybe that's what it was."She looked at him closely as he sat facing her. She still had on her robe, wrapped loosely around her. Her thighs were exposed where her knees were up, and the top was open just enough for him to get a peek at the top of her bra inside. She put her arms around him and hugged him for no apparent reason. He felt the warm softness of her breasts and his pulse quickened a bit."What was that for?" Just because I love you honey. You know, ever. My turn. I approach Ty who drops his hands to the buckle of his belt. He seems disappointed when I merely take off his shirt. Softly, softly.So it continues until I am left in only knickers and bra. Ty, a man after Paul’s heart, insists that Monique retains the black stockings that match her expensive silk lingerie. He himself is in boxer shorts, a bulge at the front suggests that my wild fantasies about his penis size may not be too far fetched. After a moment’s hesitation, Ty takes the.