(Nancy, Honey, and Jason get a quick groove going)Who are you?Who, who, who, who?Who are you?Who, who, who, who?Who are you?Who, who, who, who?Who are...you?Who, who, who, who?JAMESI woke up in a Soho doorwayA policeman knew my nameHe said, “You can gosleep at home tonightIf you can get upand walk away”I staggered backto the undergroundAnd the breezeblew back my hairI remember throwin’punches aroundAnd preachin’ from my chairWell, who are you?(Who are you?Who, who, who, who?)I really wanna. Gill and Steve locked eyes as he continued the slow push into her liquid core, a flood of her wetness coating his shaft and balls, Gill’s body adjusting to this sensation as she settled down onto his cock. Steve gripped her tight as he prevented her from rising up and down, as she was so desperate to do. “Use your muscles; squeeze me”, said Steve in her ear and Gill fought to control the muscles of her liquid cunt to follow the instruction. Gill concentrated on squeezing the cock deeply. I think you are ready for the next step on your journey. Strip naked.” He ordered the couple. “This is Mr. Jorst.” Their master explained as the pair quickly got nude. “He brought papers for you to sign that will annul your pathetic excuse for a marriage.”Wendy and Ian both gasped as they removed the last of their clothes. Grant grinned at the couple. Waiting to see if either would protest. When they didn’t all four gathered around Grant’s big wood desk. “Uhrum. Now. These papers state the. My parents seemed to have an active sex life, even kinky at times. With some bondage and submission involved. My dad was the type to just do it with her whenever the mood struck him. She was always very submissive to his desires. That meant the kitchen or the living room was not off limits for their love making, and I took advantage of the fact and started peeking at them whenever I could get away with it.I remember one time it was a Sunday. Usually everybody in the house sleeps in on Sundays,.