With her head resting on his, she took a piece of piping-hot pizza from the box and fed it to him. "Pepperoni and sausage with extra cheese, would you...believe," she said into her lavaliere mike. "But he's really very nice, and he provides a very comfortable back rest."Now most of the audience was focused on the huge television monitors which allowed them to see a close-up of Joyce's slender hand feeding pizza into the enormous mouth. When he finished the pizza — the audience howled when he gave. Pat was sitting on her bed, ready to go for coffee."Hi cunt," I teased.She tutted and retaliated by calling me a 'Twat.'It was a pleasant surprise to see what Pat was wearing. Just as important as what she wasn't. My eyes told me Pat had granted my wish. I had asked her not to wear a bra. It wasn't obvious, obvious she wasn't wearing one, but I knew. I know how Pat's tits hang.It was when Pat stood, you knew for sure, The sway of Pat's unrestrained tits, and I could just make out the tips of. ” With that pronouncement, she strolled back into the house, leaving the cold drinks sitting on a tray by the pool side table. Michelle and Marilyn looked at each other, then at us. Finally, they just accepted that being naked in the pool with us wasn’t a big deal with Mom and Dad so we continued having a good time. When it came time to get out, they did wrap towels around themselves. We got dressed and went into the house. Dad just smiled and waved at the girls, saying nothing about naked. He slowed his thrusts down, probably so he could prolong his pleasure. She was relieved when he actually withdrew his dick from her mouth, but worried about what he planned to do next. She flinched slightly, but noticeably, as he grabbed her tits, and he slapped her face for the reaction. She knew she deserved it but she was infuriated with herself for being so weak and disobedient today, and being punished by her adored master was unbearable. The tears and sobs that bubbled to the surface were.