Her vision was shut out. All there was again the cock in her mouth, the noise around and the continuous rain of come on her.And again, and again. Her ...outh ached, her corseted tummy began to fill full, her wig heavy. Henrietta's neck ached, her feet hurt. But over and over again, knowing that he was being watched by Mistress Chantel, trying to be good. Trying, trying...And repetition faded the time, and the noise, and the time. And to Henrietta, once Henry, now slut, he found that he was. I was almost to my room when I heard her giggles, and a minute later, my brother stuck his head out her door. “Spying?”“Just got home.“Better keep your trap shut.”“About what?” after which Susan darted out and gave me a big kiss, me pleased she’d do such a thing.With the two younger ones, I’d sometimes play Monopoly. We’d go to their tree house and smoke. When we all admitted we didn’t inhale, though we laughed and laughed, cousins not having to pretend things.When the two of them and I raked. The breasts that she revealed weren't over large but for her age were still beautifully shaped, and each one was tipped with an already erect nipple. Down below she had a neatly trimmed mound with a light coating of greying, blonde hair and I felt my cock twitch in my pants. Before I could say anything, she'd crossed over to the shower, taken hold of my hand and was leading me out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. As soon as we got inside, she slipped the dressing gown off and lay back on. It was obvious that the other men were noticing all this also, and Sarah seemed to bei eating up all the attention.The native guys were not staying at the hotel, so when we had all the sun we could stand, I invited them up to our room for drinks and to shower. Sarah went into shower first, and then the half-dozen black youths who had joined us took turns in there. Sarah was moving around in her robe, fixing us drinks and joking with the guys, all of whom were eyeing her body more or less.