“You’re my lover. She’s our little plaything.” Linda said lightly, echoing my command. Emily looked up at my wife’s words and blushed pretti...y at hearing herself described thus.“Well we certainly had fun with her, I will admit.” I said, also grinning possessively over at Emily who returned my smile - if a bit hesitantly.“You’re the kinkiest people I’ve ever met.” She said to Linda and I, her face flushed and pleased. “I never suspected you were like this.”“Maybe you just bring out the best in. ”“Then hang onto your sox, young lady, because here it comes.” I groaned as what felt like a continuous stream of cum began pumping into her.Our cheering section went wild, which was not too surprising since a good proportion of them might well be cheerleaders.It was difficult to keep from feeling a bit silly, standing there in a crowd of teenagers while my cum ran down the thighs of one of them who had just finished almost fucking me to my knees.“Let me help, let me help, let me help”, their. Even so, she adored Ms. Lewinsky’s fulsome breasts and took delight in circling them with her tongue. The way that Monica gasped as she felt the simultaneous sensations of her three intimate partners made it evident that she would fit in beautifully.That was when Rosa walked in on them and lifted her dress above her head, revealing that she didn’t wear any underwear, not even a bra. The Brazilian receptionist then put Monica’s head between her thighs and engulfed her mouth with her luscious. It was a slow and frustrating process because each girl wanted to fondle my cock for a few seconds under the shortie French maids dress I was made to wear, plus the fact that Megan had decided with Zeeta's approval that I should wear her soiled panties. After I had served the wine Zeeta stood up and gave me a loving passionate kiss. By the time I eventually returned to the kitchen I could feel the powder which Zeeta had given me was working and I was on a very erotic high, and all I wanted to.