One man is being prepared by the woman on her knees looking upwards into the eyes of not just one man but many. Looking up at them she knows she is th...ir controlling force even though they believe she is submitting to their wishes. As the men’s shafts strengthen wet drops fall from the mountains around her valley. She needs to be serviced by all the men whose cocks she brought to meet her frequent sexual needs. They were all at the point when they could begin the duty, she had gathered them to. Any questions?” The girls had heard this before, so there were no questions. Steve turned to the men. “Elena’s going to pin a small timer to your shirt when you make your selection. It’s got a switch on it. I’ll start all the timers at the same time by radio. As soon as your girl drains the last of your cum, push the switch so her time is recorded. OK? Any questions?” Again there were no questions. The men appeared eager to start, staring at the girls. Elena hooked the first man’s timer on his. There was no way Cecil was over here, was there? No way Cecil was fucking Damon, was there? Both these questions were answered when I heard the pipsqueak's voice, sounding way tougher than he ever had, "How much do you love being my two hole cum bucket, Mr. high and mighty quarterback?" "I love it," Damon answered convincingly. Was Cecil blackmailing Damon? I had to do something about this. I had to save Damon and I had to stop the faggot before he tried to do that to me. I stormed into the. Why don’t you put your clothes in the washing machine and I’ll put a fan on the couch, we can forget about what happened earlier and just start over he says to her. Karen’s heart sinks at the thought of Jacob wanting to forget what happened earlier. she moves silently to the chair where her pack is still sittsitting with her other clothes trying to think of the best response. She reaches to her bag with her left hand doing her best to keep her pajama bottoms perched on her breasts , but still.