She'd pin her hair up to get it out of the way and then pull her robe and nightgown down over the shoulders. I'd dig into those tense muscles with my ...ingers and thumbs, sometimes even use my knuckles. Her skin was tender, so we used cream.She liked it, said it helped, and I liked making her feel better. It always pained me to see her in pain. I volunteered to do her whole back.At first she was reluctant and embarrassed but finally agreed — anything for relief. She changed clothes in the. I want to own it and make it dowhat I want when I want. But I don't love Len, I love you. It is aflavor I want to complement, but you are the flavor I always want tohave."Phil's face shifted into various angles as Mandy spoke. Mandy sawsomething was different in how he was thinking. The next day, Friday,he took the morning off, and sat in his home office pondering. Hefinally left to work, and came back with a large bag and with Mandy'sstep-brother Ethan, who had a job working in Phil's. After having orgasmed, Dorothy gave a grunt of satisfaction and rose dripping from the scented bath water. She grabbed a towel and casually dried herself whilst totally ignoring me, as I lay weeping in the water. I was helpless and unable to grip the slippy sides of the bath. It was to be one more lesson for me on the road of my unusual life. As she slid her knickers and tights on Dorothy stared down at me and smiled. I glanced nervously up at her and couldn't make out if it was a malicious or. As she did this my aunty was roughly mauling my tits and slapping them. This was taken up by my mum when they swapped over as my aunty went to work with the bottle on my ass as well as my cunt. Everybody was cheering them on. When they had both finally finished enjoying themselves, I was left laying there panting. Sweat covered my body mingling with all the cum. My legs wide apart showing my cunt and asshole gaping open. My tits were red and marked. Well it looked like the cock whore loved.