I heard him take a deep breath and I brought his head all the way to me feeling my cock slide in to his throat. I held his head tightly while I gyrate... my cock in his throat and I pulled back, giving him a chance to catch his breath and I saw Mort was stroking his own cock while I pumped his head. This went on for a bit until I pulled out, rolled Mort on his stomach, lifted his ass in the air. He started to protest until I started tongue rimming his pretty pink hole. That kinda put Mort over. The next day came and Saturday it was. I was dragging my feet about going into the back yard. I did put on my girly clothes with breast forms, B cup like I usually do for Saturday relax mode. Sophie was in her robe and reading. She saw Tom come out into the yard weeding the flowers and said, “get out there cuck boy, show him your tits.” I did not hesitate and off I went, got close to the fence, and yelled out, “Tom you over there?” He piped up, “yes I am here, just doing some maintenance as. While she played with me, I also rubbed her tits at the same time over her shirt. Sometimes I like doing that even more than fingering her (without a shirt of course). When I couldn't take it anymore, I unzipped my pants, and she stuck her hand in and grabbed my throbbing cock. She was mesmerized and couldn't help saying "It's so big!". I can't say I wasn't proud. She started slowly stroking it and asked me how it felt. I told her it felt great to which she gave me the same mischievous "Yeah?". .yes, Master", she sobbed, as her wet panties plastered themselves to her cunt, outlinign her lips clearly. "You pissed all through your nice panties tho, slut. What sort of disgusting, little slut does that?", I asked."This cunt is just a disgusting little pisswhore, Master", she answered, still sobbing.I took a handful of her hair and lifted her to her feet again, then marched her over to my entry way, standing her so she was facing the front door. "Take them off", I ordered her. She slowly.