Rick’s face was inches from my face. He had Mister Pinky in his hand and it was his other hand pushing my fingers inside my pussy. “Well, well, w...ll. What are we up to?” he asked, waving Mister Pinky just in front of my face. “I …” “Never mind. Your mother is asleep. Move over.” I didn’t object and I gave him room. He put Mister Pinky on the bedside table leaving it to vibrate around in a circle as he slid his naked body into the bed alongside me. I saw his cock glistening in the light. We now turn our heads to Damian Black, or Ian as his friends called him, friends whom he left behind, probably to their deaths. Damian and his mother Evelynn were allowed by the authorities to flee as Damien’s father was a former decorated general in the military. Evelynn decided she had seen enough death around her, after mourning and burying her late departed husband, not wanting for her son to share his father’s fate, she sold everything they had and fled.Damien was trained from an early age. ..aren't exclusive?" Melinda asked curiously."Not in the strictest sense," Quincy said with a small smile in the mirror."I'm devoted to Makayla, but--" Life gets boring if you have steak every night!" Makayla offered happily."It's more fun with an open mind anyways. We live together, fuck each other,fuck other people, bring people home to fuck together. It's a good life."I turned a bright crimson. I almost felt like a fly in a trap all of asudden.Melinda had almost the opposite look on her. And you have him wearing the plug that signifies execution ... I and every woman here would so love to see him spend on the rope...” She turned and squeezed his face against one of her thighs, close to the slot of her cunt so that he could sniff at her excitement as he felt the softness of her warm glossy flesh.“ ... or perhaps he wears the plug because you have other disposal in mind?” Minter’s cock boned at the erotic pleasure expressed in her stance of being delighted in seeing him executed,.