I told Mouth Whore to make sure my balls had a warm wet place to land and she immediately lifted Sherry’s legs and slid her tongue into her browneye... I let her feast there a while, licking, sucking on asshole and nuzzling her nose against the wet pussy while I disrobed. I slid in beside Sherry and easily slipped my hard cock into her gushing slit in sort of a lazy man’s doggie style position. This left enough room between her spread legs for Mouth Whore to suck on her engorged clit while I. . He fucked my face, going deeper and harder when he realized his fag boy wasn't putting up a fight. He had won, dominated me. And I was accepting. It felt good to be used; to be treated like a whore. I wanted more. I wanted to taste his balls. "Grkhhcan guuhhh I suuukkfff yougbaawwwwllsss" I muffled through his thick cock, constantly pressed in the back of my throat. Mr. UPS laughed, looking down at his spoil of war, he slide his cock out of my horny bitch boi's mouth and let his big balls. I was going to call for recovery, but noticed a motorbike of similar age to the MG.“Perhaps,” I thought to myself, “the owner of that may know more about engines than I do.”And he did. Inside the café, I could see a young man – well, a year or so, maybe, younger than me – sitting at a table with a salad and a mug of coffee, helmet on the table by him.He was, obviously, the owner of the old bike outside, and I looked at him as I approached. My mind – obviously I didn’t say anything – said. She knelt down in front of him and, in a well practised move, freed his cock from his trousers and placed her lips around the tip. “This was not part of the arrangement Mrs Bernham, I don’t… oh God!” Now Chrissie was in control of this situation. As she expertly licked his shaft, massaging his balls, and took him into her mouth, he became helpless. He placed his hands on her head, clutching her hair tightly as she throat fucked him into submission. Chrissie could sense that his body was.