But between there and here was a long, dusty, empty road."Silence." He thought, and turned right. He followed the road for half a mile and then turned...off and walked into the flat wasteland. Grey sand and small stones caught under his flip-flops and turned the bottom of his white linen trousers dusty grey.He turned off the music and revelled in the anonymity of silence. Finally! All he could hear was the sound of crickets quietly chirruping and the sand blowing in the gentle breeze. He had. The idea was simple. I would fuck mother and daughter together, stroke and stroke about. Whoever I came in, or on, won the prize and was free to bathe and dress and do the domestic chores. The loser stayed in the cellar as hostage for most of the day. Once the women got used to the idea they became very competitive. Their efforts to please gave me a great start to the day.My favorite version of the game was to have Madelaine adopt the missionary position and Mellissa (ring-gagged for safety). “Of course, you did. I bet you’re the best cheerleader on your team.” Marvin shouted with glee.Marilyn snorted and looked at the old man happily.“You should come over for a swim some time. After all that jumping up and down you must need to cool off. Why don’t you change and come over to my house? I have a nice pool that you could enjoy. What do you think sweet girl?”“Sure. That sounds great Mr. Rhodes.”“Mr. Rhodes is too formal. Marvin is good enough.”Marilyn blushed and batted her eyelashes. She was well aware that this was what most of the young men did when she had finished caning them, although, of course, by then her knickers were full of her wet cum and she didn't care about them any more. Now though, she knew that she still had to give Amy the promised orgasm.Amy still maintained control and went over to Lucy, took one of her nipples between her thumb and finger, and squeezed. She saw the pained look on Lucy's face and heard her gasp, as she ordered, "Treat me well, bitch, or.