..Summer went into work on a Saturday, while her husband had the kids at football, thinking she'd be the only one there. She logged on to her computer...and started working. After a while she heard the sound of someone unlocking the front door and making their way to the office. Summer looked up and saw Jason, one of the company's technicians, entering the office. He was dressed in tight denim jeans and a western shirt with his trusty RM Williams boots, looking sexy as hell. They chatted as usual. He once again inserted a finger into her vagina, and then he used her natural lubricant to massage her clitoris; she felt wave after wave of pleasure. Brenda continued to stroke him until pre-cum was oozing from his tip. She moved her head forward and gently licked it off, savouring the salty, masculine taste, which reminded her of the smell of trees in early spring. Her tongue circled the head as she continued to stroke him. He now had two fingers moving in and out of her, pushing in deep and. First in the door was Stan. Then Louisa followed closely by Billy and last in was the tall one, Mort.Carmina blinked her eyes, rubbed out the remnants of the many tears she had shed and gaped at the quartet entering the house. The sight totally confused her.First, they were all smiling. Laughing. Even dark Mort had a smile on his face. Their gait was brisk as they strode through the kitchen and toward her. They seemed to be holding hands, well at least Louisa was holding hands with Billy and. Lots of touching and feeling and when I tried to reciprocate Red slapped my hand lightly."Down boy, you are ours. Sit on your hands like in a strip club. Maybe later we'll let you touch."Talking about torment. I had a really hard time not making a mess in the tub.They finally got tired of the game and Michelle said "fetch the towels boy. You've been good, I give you permission to dry me"Of course that put more "stress" on my dick even with the towel between my hands and those delicious big and.