She just lay, and yielded. Wherever my hands or my mouth travelled she accepted. My fingers invaded her mouth, then her cunt, then her anus. I licked ...er everywhere. Pulled apart the cheeks of her bottom and licked her there. Opened her thighs and pleasured her cunt. I sucked her nipples, rolled them with my tongue, squeezed her breasts in my hands. I devoured her. And she consented to everything, passively, with no resistance, nothing, just little cries and moans.She watched as I pushed down. I didn't know. I stood up, my futa-dick swinging before me.“Let's roll the clip,” the show's host said. “And be warned, we're about to show graphic depictions of sex.”I let out a gasp of shock as the image changed to this very room. There I was pulling out my futa-cock, stroking it as I slouched on this couch. Dona was beside me, and you could see Kurt watching me while Tiffany and Chris were just in shot fooling around. My head shot to the corner of the room and... There was a camera pointed. Jeff was middle-aged, and a nice, respectable looking widower with a beautiful and well-maintained house and pool. On several occasions, he had invited Lucia and Pete over to swim in his pool when he wasn’t using it, and Lucia had always jumped on the chance to parade herself in her smallest bikinis, knowing he would be watching from a window somewhere. Sometimes, at night while lying beside Pete, Lucia would rub her pussy thinking about Jeff watching her, wishing he could see what she was up. R. speech, his eyes wandered to the twinkling clusters of light on the lawn.Every damask-clad table was a pool of white, shining with wavering candlelight against rapidly darkening surroundings. Each table held a circle of about ten guests, men and women alternately.Half of the men had balding heads and gray hair, but most of the women were young, some might even be girls.It was impossible from where he stood to discern the individual faces. The men all wore tuxedos, the women gowns in black,.