More guys? How long had I been here, how much longer? How many more?Through the haze I vaguely recall more aroma being placed under my nose. A foggine...s in my head. Still feeling every sensation and still knowing the difference in the sizes. I knew when the Big Guy was hammering my pussy and knew the difference between Dave and his face fucking mate. But as far as who was there and exactly how many? Voices echoed laughter comments about the slut and yet the constant was Buster. Still tied to. You don’t have to thank me.”I do not thank him. My mind has run back to a documentary I once watched about getting semen from prize bulls. It did not appear all that bad, but the bull usually bellowed pretty loudly when the current was turned on.“Relax, baby,” he says as he inserts the probe. “This part won’t hurt a bit. I promise.”He plays around with the probe, clearly doing more than is necessary to find the right position near my prostate.“Want to see what I’ll be using on Jimmy, if he. "I want you, I want your sweet tasting pussy, your tight brown bud right behind it. I want your mouth, I want your taste." He licked her collar bone and whispered even lower, "And I'm going to get what I want Now." He bit her and slowly kissed his way down her body, licking and nibbling as he went. Joan groaned and moaned at his words, she gasped and arched her back, her fingers tangled in his hair. She felt his hot breath against her trimmed mound, making her hold her breath as she waited. She. Dave handed Jeff his keys. "How about having someone drive my vehicle back while I help out here?" You bet." Jeff took the keys, thanked Dave, and having his orders from Diana, he grinned and got back into the Escalade with Martha."Oh, I hope everything went all right at my place. There were still quite a few customers when we left," she fretted. Jeff just grinned again as he backed up and turned around.A few minutes later as they parked, Jeff sat for a moment watching Ann washing the outside.