His cock and belly were generously spattered with puddles of fresh semen which coalesced making an inviting and uniquely salty sea which seemed almost...to glow with its own magical phosphorescence. The unmistakable smell of the Sea was intense and, to a cum addict, the scent of so much semen was almost overwhelming. "Ooh, breakfast!" I grinned, licking my slippery fingers. The less creamy loads were already slipping quickly over his glorious belly, trickling down like vitreous waterfalls. I. George? Why didn’t you just tell me?” “What?” “That you’ve had a gambling problem. That you borrowed money. A lot of money.” “I was trying to handle it.” “Babe. That’s just stupid. My dad was an addict, I know that you don’t ‘just handle it’. I wish you had come to me. I would have understood the struggle.” “And say what?” “Well, I’ve made a deal with your boss. This isn’t just your problem and I want you to get better. I want us to be OK. I love you.” “I love you too, what deal?” Just then my. You'll strip like at the club and provide other services, which you set the price for. The not being raped means you won't be fucked without being paid for it. Now Master needs more girls for the service, anyone interested? If so, any idea how to get your moms into it also, or at least get them to let you do it?" Why Master, why not just boss" Dawn asked. Her panties in her shorts were soaked. She spread her legs and looked down and saw she was so wet her shorts had a dark spot in the crotch.. “Imagine if she had been an Indian and worked at a Seven-Eleven shop!! She would be saying to us ‘Please Cum again’!!” Alan making his sick joke.All the guys laughed.As for Michelle, she could not hear a word they were saying. She could her two things only at this point: her own groaning and the sound of the vibrator.When the boys had had enough of watching her getting fucked and that they felt that they all jacked off together long enough, Bob went and turned off the machine. He also.