I realize I don’t know if I am ask permission or not, before I can decide what to do, my body takes over and I cum hard, body trembling. He stops. �...�You did not ask nor did you have permission to cum. Do you know what that means?”“Yes Sir, I may not cum again until you command me to do so, no amount of begging will matter.”“That’s right.” I know what this means, I’m going to be teased to the point of passing out before I get that command. What have I done. He starts by moving me over to the. I figured that I could wait until I found something good.I’d stopped at a strip club west of Boston and got a bit of a surprise. They didn’t do lap dances and had no private dance room. It was all nude, but I noticed—Hey! I was paying attention!—that all the girls were completely shaved and absolutely sealed shut. I asked one of the girls about it. Even though they weren’t allowed to touch a customer, they still came around and sat with you, hoping you’d tip them just for their gracious. You pump slow and cum quick, don't force her to wake”, Marla said. He followed orders and held his self above her. Slowly he sank in and pulled back. His cock d**g her inner pussy walls outward He sank back in and hissed. Marla could see his stomach muscles pulsing as he shot his load. He held his body above her, shaking as each glob of cum shot out. “Get it all out Howard, fill her up”, Marla whispered. He slumped, then straighten up and continued squirting into Kim. Marla watched his cum. “Come on, Donna, to the toy room!”We had a huge room full of sex toys. With five horny bimbos in the house, it was a necessity. Yes, I had the stamina to fuck and fuck thanks to Alice's compound, but there was only so much of me. The bimbos loved their toys. I groaned, rolling out of bed as they scampered through the house. I stretched, shaking my head. I needed a find a way to make the intelligence serum last longer. Alice was the ringleader of all the trouble my bimbo wives got into.If she.