I could feel the cock in my mouth twitching and pulsating and I looked up at Mark. His head was rolled back, eyes shut, mouth slightly agape. His hand...moved to the base of his cock and he started to stroke in time with the movement of my mouth. Grunting, he looked down at me. Pulling his now purple, saliva soaked dick out my mouth. I managed to scrunch up my eyes before he sprayed globs of bitter, hot cum all over my face. Holding his softening cock he smeared his semen all over my face before. Don said, “ballooning is like group sex. We can’t get it up without a little help from our friends”. There was that grin again. After some “housekeeping”, as he put it, as he turned on the instruments and tucked loose items away, we were told to hop in the basket. There was a foothole step in the side of the wicker basket and we grabbed the metal uprights. Don said that there was no graceful way of getting in and we did not prove him wrong. He got us situated in the basket and briefed on. “The problem with those two perfectionists around is that none of the up and coming people who are very talented get much opportunity to shine. Both that pair have very talented assistants who would benefit from being the chance to prove their worth. I would be only too happy to order them to take a holiday.” and despite their protests that was exactly what she did. They would be arriving a few days early as only the possibility of helping with the food had prevented Luc from openly. Do you know what I like? I like your cock when it has something tasty on it." Like what, Sylvia?'' But he knew."Donnie, I would love to taste some of my pussy on it. I'm a dirty, slutty girl. I like pussy juice all over it. But you have to get your cock in me for that. If I get that baby oil, will you jack off nice and slow for me to see, first? I love to see boys rub their hands all over their dick heads with the oil. It gets big, it gets shiny, sometimes it even gets red or purple. I know.