My chest was heaving as my arousal level increased. The varied sexual sensations were incessant, as my sex slaves pleasured me relentlessly.“Stroke ...nd suck the guys cocks!” I moaned to my sex shop concubine.Removing her painted lips from my nipple, she smiled obediently then knelt on the floor, opening the zips of the two guys rimming my asshole and licking my pussy. She licked her lips in excitement as the huge young black cocks were revealed. Her slender fingers wrapped around the firm. Had to start over," she answered awkwardly."Yeah, I know that feeling. I had to move somewhere when I left my wife," I told her."Divorced, huh? I should be so lucky. I'm 25 and still live with Mama. The kicker is that she is 43 and looks so young that people think that we're sisters," she chuckled at her own situation."Maybe that sense of humor is why, if you got it from her. One of the few Bible verses I still agree says that laughter is a great medicine, or something like that. I haven't been. "Olivia, stop acting like a little girl. You're a big girl now. Handle it. I have a big game tomorrow." He said coldly.Fine I thought. I will get him later. I crawled under the covers with him and just waited for him to go back to sleep. He stood with his back facing me and I waited to hear his breathing grow into a snore. When I knew he was in deep sleep, I went into action.He was wearing nothing but his boxers, so I was in luck. I went to go get the hand-cuffs that my "best friend" got me to. Her mouth looked so kissable and he gently laved her lips with his tongue and with just the slightest pressure he took her mouth with his. Sliding his tongue across the indentation of her lips he probed them open and slid his tongue between them. His head dipped to the neckline of her blouse and down to her aching breasts. His breath seared the fragile skin and his fingers snared a nipple, playing with it so gently but firmly. He slowly undid the buttons on her blouse and lowered his lips.