The Witch trace was interesting; it was familiar somehow. She would have to return to that one later.Then there was a trace from an ancient form of El...ritch, type unknown. Definitely not Tarran, or any of the other known eldritch manifestations. It was pure and its residue was more intact, more concentrated as compared to the Tarran traces for sure. It did not fade as quickly as the other three. It hung heavy in the air almost as if it could be tapped and used again.And then there was the trace. Oscar had a full erection while he tended to my needs. I smiled at the predicament of his arousal, knowing I was the cause of it. I felt very powerful and in control. "Oscar, I don't want you to play with yourself until I call you from Johan's room. I want you to jack yourself off while you listen to me cumming with Johan, okay? I just hope I'm not too sore to let you fuck me tonight." Oscar clearly looked disappointed that I was already preparing him for another evening without having. Then she turned her head down in shyness and pressed her clothes closer to her chest.I went closer to mom and lifted her head by her chin. She looked even more beautiful close-up. I bunched the stray hairs that had fallen on her cheek and pushed them behind her wet ear. “You look so beautiful mom,” I said and kissed her cheek.Mom immediately lets go of her clothes and fell on my shoulders. “Gosh, you are such a romantic!” she gushed. I held mom’s bare back and snuggled closer to her. My dick. I didn’t care if it was going to hurt; I eagerly slid that dildo into my mouth and sucked her juices from it. Mistress Sarah got onto the bed behind me and slid my panties down off my arse. I felt the plug in my arse sliding out. My heart started pounding in my chest knowing that one of my most sought after fantasies was about to happen. My cock throbbed with excitement. I heard Mistress Sarah say, "I'm going to enjoy fucking your tight little sissy pussy." Then I felt her strap-on push into.