The owners both worked the counter and ran roughshod over a large staff, who looked they had been there for decades. Their food was filling. I couldn'... have eaten another bite by the time we waddled out to the van. We had to be at Colleen's office by eleven to continue the inquisition. It was nearly that time, when we finished our long breakfast, so we headed over.Colleen was dressed more casually than the day before, in slacks and a silk shirt. She seemed to have spent considerable time on her. “It’s back to the fucking shop floor with you two. And no fucking shirking off either, you bitches! Don’t think that a bit of fun upstairs brings you whores any fucking special privileges.” Buttercup and Tracey were then led back to the shop floor, semen still over their faces and dripping down their thighs, through a cordon of male office-workers who leered and grinned lasciviously at them as they passed by. One took advantage of their vulnerability to slap Buttercup forcibly on her buttocks. And soon after my mother’s body shuddered as she had an orgasm. Pressing my cock hard making it cum too. We both were spent. Sharad fell on my mother with his dick in. And my mother collapsed on me. Panting for breath.She gave me a hard smooch. And asked me “Majja aali? Aata pasun ashich majja yenar.” She got up from me. And sucked out dicks and made them dry. Her cunt and ass were leaking with juices. We fucked like a****ls near the pool. Which proved out to be a group fuck.I was still trying. Her left hand followed the example set by her right, closing in a small loose fist that slowly glided down, from the very tip to the very bottom of his sex. Before it reached the base, her right hand let go and went back to the top. As soon as one hand finished its sensual trip, the other started again, both warm dainty hands pleasuring the hard member in turn, her soft palms caressing his throbbing flesh, both wet with lotion. She even added the occasional twisting motion to her moves, each.