My cock started to lengthen as I went behind the bar to get my drinks, a bud light and a bourbon. I figured Tony could use a fresh drink so I made him...a drink also. I did a shot of bourbon to relax a little. I reached down and pulled out the drink tray and loaded it up and headed outside.What a sight I had to be, butt ass naked, half hard cock, and a tray full of drinks. I must have looked like a waiter in a gay bar.I opened the door and there was Tony sitting on the edge of the hot tub. His. Once again I was sandwiched between mother and daughter and I was quickly hard again. Both women had their hand clenched around my shaft. I needed another fuck but I knew that I could only manage one of them. “I can only manage one of you tonight,” I told them feeling quite smug.“Take Amy,” Liz said.“No, it’s okay, mum,” she replied. “He’s your husband so you get priority.”I intervened. “Actually, as with a cuckold relationship where the Alpha male gets priority with the wife, in a Cuckquean. We stood like that while she caught her breath. I leaned my head against the wall next to hers, still holding her wrists. I was panting myself but it was not all from exertion. She lifted her face to me, her lips open, and I kissed her. There was surrender in her kiss. There was something beseeching in the way she accepted my tongue, a kind of willingness that intoxicated me. I'm ashamed to say it, but I felt powerful and masculine. I felt virile.I had a glimpse of sanity for a minute, and I. She could do anything. Clara picked up her pen again and rested it on the paper. “No one will die of hunger ever again,” she scribbled excitedly. The words suddenly turned a blood red. They glowed brightly before fading into nothingness. Okay…. She guessed it couldn’t do big things. Clara calmed down a bit as she realized there were rules, but what were they? She needed to test it out some more. As she considered it, she remembered something. “I will not become pregnant,” Clara wrote, hoping it.