“Is it too early to talk about a wedding?” Atty said, winking.“Who’s getting married?” Earl asked, entering in that exact moment.“You?” ...tty said, pointing to the only two people in the room with her.Olivia bent her head, “I can’t. My husband won’t sign the paper without knowing where I am.”Earl immediately hugged her, “Don’t worry, we don’t need a wedding. I am fine. We can live together if it’s OK for you.”“Are you sure? You still want me even if I’m legally married to Timothy?” Olivia asked,. He lifted her cum-covered face, saw the cum leaking out of her mouth, and said, “Had enough?”She stared at him, then reached a hand down to her cunt, put two fingers in it, gathering as much cum as she could, then brought them up to her mouth and sucked the cum in with a noisy slurp, holding his eyes the whole time.Nick laughed. “You are really something. A true, cocksucking cumslut. And if you want more, then, bitch, you’ve come to the right place.”He signalled across the room, and five women. The most punishment had been a slap on the leg from her mother, and only one for any childish misdemeanour.“Are you not counting? I might forget to stop,” said David.“T-t-two,” she managed to stammer.“Thank you slave, but I’ll add one for incorrectly addressing me.”“Sorry sir, Two, Master, please.”“Pleading won’t help. Ever. I’ll let you off this time because you are in so deep already.”SPLAT!Tears flowed as she managed “Three.”“What?”“Three ... Master.”SPLAT!“Four, Master.” She was getting. Pedro made introductions. ‘Carla,’ he said, pointing to the blond. Her hair was poofy and her western shirt was a glaring turquoise satin that he had to admit did good things for her skin. The spare was Jennifer. ‘Danny MacAwley,’ Danny said. ‘Irish or Scottish,’ Carla asked. She looked like a dumb blond, but Danny suddenly sensed a spark hidden under that bubble of hair. ‘I’m Irish,’ he said. ‘Real Irish?’ Jennifer asked. ‘I didn’t think there were many black people in Ireland.’ Danny glared.