As he told me to breath in the next time he pushed his cock into my mouth. Just like before with the principal he kept pushing until my lips were on h...s balls. The breath in had opened my throat and the head of his cock was clearly down my throat. I couldn’t breath anymore, and he just told me to hold it. Now I understood why he had me breath deep. I was holding my breath OK with his cock in my throat, so not being able to breath for a second was doable. But he kept his hands holding my head. The ceremonies and consummations, which were naturally interrupted by meal, rest, shower, and snack breaks to keep folks from collapsing, extended well into the next day. It ended when my final bride, Vice-President Melissa Nakamura, got married and consummated it with one of the Afghan ladies, another of my many wives, a girl named Zari, all of sixteen years of age.“Well, you now have six hundred twenty-seven spouses, Lord. That’s not even counting all of the women and men who will be mobbing. “Did you hear that? I asked, to which she nodded. We started across the road and heard the sound again, and this time it seemed to be coming from the cottage. We walked in that direction and as we got close we began to hear the sound of a woman’s voice. We slipped around the back and peered into a window, where we found our missing people. Molly was leaning over the footboard of the bed, naked from the waist down, with her shirt pushed up to her neck and her breasts hanging. "We didn't have to go to school today." Sam stepped closer, hesitated briefly and stepped under the shower with Carly to turn it off. Wet clothes were a small price to pay. "Come on. You're going to have to talk to him eventually."A small sound of protest came out of her girlfriend, but Sam ignored it and pulled her out of the shower. About fifteen minutes later, the two girls were fully dressed and sitting in the living room, Spencer in a chair opposite of them."So… you two… you're.