Boys, you three get to fuck me—Donny, Michael and Rick. Now get fucking!"The first fuckers could hardly wait! The sight of these two well-built, bul...-dicked studs just begging to have their holes stuffed full of mandick or boydick was almost too much. Mark and Donny looked at each other and then moved into position at the same time, guided their prick heads to the waiting dark brown holes, slowly put them in, and then with wicked smiles, they plunged full-length in one hard, swift stroke!. "That's the one rule of the Club, above all others: It's always your choice."Holly smiled and nodded."That's the part I seem to like."Then she thought of what she told John yesterday, that sometimes she didn't want Mercy, not with him, and Holly shrugged."At least," she added, "most of the time."This time John smiled."That's understandable. And there's ways to do that."John looked at Holly and a rush of arousal whirled in her groin.Holly was fascinated at the thought of no Mercy, of being this. It doesn't worry me if you leave your panties and bra off and who else is going to know?" I couldn't do that. It's indecent! It does feel good though - even if a bit naughty" Mom sank down on the side of her bed without making any further move to get panties from her bag and looked everywhere but at me.I finished what I was doing, plugged into the phone jack and sent off my email and when it was finished I shut down the computer and turned to Mom and said,"Right slip your sandals on and let's. I am not their mother Worth. So quit wasting my time!" Harry Rydell told us together."As far as you are concerned Mr. Thomas, if you can't keep your wife happy in the bedroom, don't come crying to me and blame me if she hangs horns on your sad ass. There are a lot of unhappy wives who go to the Ace Tennis Club. Some of them keep coming back because of the personal service my staff renders them if you know what I mean?" Harry said this as he winked at me.I would have reached out and punched him.