Maybe that's what Mr. Stellers meant by excitement. Now I understood what it meant to be a whore, and honestly, it was exciting.Alessandro didn't wait...to take me to the bedroom. He didn't wait for me to get undressed. He didn't take off his pants, only to get them down to his knees. Then he blind folded me and pushed me to my knees. I felt his rubbery cock on my lips and he said, "Take it whore. Take it all the way down."I started to gag which made him fuck my face harder and harder. Finally he. My nipples ached in my bra. She shifted poses as I pretended to stare at my phone. I casually rubbed my arms against the tips of my breasts. I massaged my nipples while I pressed my thighs tight together. Tingles shot down to my pussy, my clit throbbing. I manipulated my clit by working my thighs together, fighting little whimpers.My sister went into a boring sitting pose next. I sighed, wishing she would do something like that dog pose again.“You’re making this really difficult,” Clarissa. The three of us groaned at the same time, them with pleasure and me from exasperation. After a short pause, he began to fuck her intensely. Marty was gasping from the intensity of Henry’s thrusts. Her breasts bobbed with each plunge of his cock and she grabbed them, squeezing her nipples and pulling them harshly. Henry looked at me and leered and his eyes closed as he rammed into her. Their groans and moaning was becoming more than I could bear. “I’m c-c-c-umming,” wailed Marty as Henry made. "Just get on with the breakfast," I instructed.It was pretty good. There is something so spoilt about having breakfast in bed, especially with someone running around, setting it up and getting anything I needed for me. Now that I had got over the shock, I was almost regretting that I had stopped her so abruptly, and memories of what it had felt like yesterday were creeping back to me. It did not hurt that that her little navy blue skirt was too short to cover her stocking tops even when she was.