He knows it's a fiction but neither I nor other people do. Those are the kind of assignments I love most. But the man pays dearly for that much of m... time. Being told you're madly in love with a man is just as good as actually being madly in love with a man. My memories of such "incest" scenarios are so pleasant that I doubt the man paying for the event ever enjoys it nearly as much as I. I can remember thinking I was 11 and madly in love with this man in his thirties and how wonderful it. Mrs. Clark started rubbing her pussy even harder, and breathing a bit heavy now as well. Mark snapped his fingers at me ( a thing I truly hated) and pointing down to his dick, just commanded “now home boi” In terror, I did as Mark had ordered me, and walked over and dropped to my knees at the end of his lounge chair. I quickly grabbed his vein poppin cock, and went right down on him, swallowing his entire 10” of thick jock cock. I immediately started up and down his shaft, making lots of. Still, I was glad she held me tight, I'm not sure I would have had the strength to remain in place if she hadn't. We watched as Dee got up, ripped the clothes off the girl, then mirrored her position, their eyes locked all the time, like mine were so often with Mistress.Both girls were beautiful as they faced each other for a long time and probably much longer after we had left, one lined with fresh welts, the other with old scars. Dee's body might have been marred for life, but her soul. All the time, Penny's tongue reached deep into my mouth, entwining with my own, our mouths open wide as trying to consume each other entirely, her bony, active pelvis grinding against my erection.We broke for breath once again, giggling a little in relieved arousal. Penny released my neck and, stepping away from me, let her bathrobe fall to the ground. My eyes opened wide in delight.She wore expensive, pale lemon coloured silk underwear which highlighted the whiteness and softness of her skin..