He doesn't stop with the head to get me used to it, no. He shoves down, down; down until I swear the cock that just pushed into me is touching the one...in my throat!The sight of the violation sends #1 over the edge. He pulls almost all the way out of my whore mouth and empties his balls into my mouth. I cant close my mouth to swallow because of the ring gag, so most of it dribbles out on my chin and the table. They take out the ring gag and make me lick it all up, calling me cum slut the whole. Among her winning attributes was a soft sultry and soothing voice. Her laughter had a bell like tinkle to it. What the delicate sound masked however was a bawdy sense of humor. She could more than hold her own in risqué repartee with any of us.Not long after coming on board with us, one of the more brazen fellows said to her, "Hey Tina... you were late this morning. What happened, get WAY LAID?"To which she responded without hesitation, "If it's any of your business, I GOT LAID ON THE. There's an old joke that the only difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish funeral is that the funeral has one less drunk. Well, we had two less.By the time the undertaker arrived to walk the cortege to the church we were all swinging between hilarious laughter and bawling tears. Only the young ones; My two daughters, the 'terrible trio:' Amy, Valerie, Angela and the teetotaller: Susan from our group and those in the visitors' parties, were sober when we lurched off to plant the two. I come back and say, “I think I found something that is sexy as hell, but I’m not sure if it’s right for tonight?” You look at me and say, “If you saw her in it, would you get hard?” You giggle, “Well would you get hard if you weren’t locked up?” and I nod. You say, “That’s perfect then. Would you like to dress her for her date Mattie?” I look at Laura and say “May I dress you?” but then drop to my knees and kiss her bare feet, “It would be an honor if you let me dress you Ms. Laura.” She looks.