“My balls need to be polished. Get to work baby, I want plenty of spit.”Moving my head closer, the strong smell of his sweaty ball-bag assailed my...nostrils. I had never before smelt such a strong genital odour. “Are you happy I didn’t shower after gym baby?” he asked.“Yes… fuck yes daddy… it smells awesome,” I said as my mouth frantically licked and worshiped. Holding his horn against his stomach, he kept dishing out instructions as I fulfilled my duty. Lavon contributed to the ‘polish,’. I went to her and we kissed passionately. She wrapped over my head with her both hands and sucked my tongue. I slowly slid my palms all over her body and pinched her buttocks. It was just thin material over her butts. While kissing I lifted her dress over buttocks, squeezed them slowly and pulled them apart to feel her ass. I then realised she was wearing nothing inside. I broke the kiss, tilted my upper body to back and glanced her. She was breathing heavily and her melons were beating. They. "Quite a party trick huh. Tell you what dad why don't you take it out just to prove that what you saw really did happen."He didn't hesitate, after all he was only taking it out not putting it in. When he removed the knife he looked at the knife and the little cut in my shirt. I expected my father to continue by undoing the buttons on my shirt, but instead it was Connie who couldn't contain her curiosity. She undid the buttons quickly, pulled the shirt apart and checked where the knife wound. After a while, they told me to get up. They buttoned my pants, along with theirs, and told me to follow them. We got out of the room, and they led me up the stairs to the next floor of the theater. Now that we we’re in the light, I could see them clearly. One of them was wearing a vest from the theater, he must work here on staff. He was white, probably 30 or so, and fairly overweight. The other guy was black, very in shape but maybe 50 years old. He was wearing a dark suit, and it.