My one-man audience gets up and walks behind me. OMG, it is time foranother adjustment! I feel the pole raised up another notch, driving thedildo deep...r inside me, making me stand on my tiptoes - not for long, andafter a few seconds, moaning and crying, I sink on the even wider part ofthe cone, as my tired, burning legs give out and the rope around my neckis stretched taught again. He sits in the chair, watching the show,stroking himself slowly and observing my suffering with calm intensity.The. " she said icily."Oooooh!" said the woman with unexpected cheer. "Chepe said you might come by. Come on up. I know he'll be glad to see you."Not bloody likely, thought Pamela as she followed the woman in red up the creaking wooden stairs, trying not to blush as the latina's short tight dress revealed her lack of undergarments. Pamela strongly suspected drug use on the premises--that alone a violation of Aguila's parole. Damn. Maybe she had misread him and he had been playing her all along. Or. It was all getting a little rowdy, so to calm them down I suggested a little game. I told them all to take out their cocks. When everyone did, I took off my dress and laid on the coffee table. I said that they could all jack off while I play with myself and the last one gets to shoot into my mouth. They were allowed to come on me but nobody could come on the same part of my body twice. And so it began I just laid back and squeezed my nipples, frigged my pussy and gyrated to the music while one. He had a build like Daddy. So strong. Not our younger brother Jalal’s slim, nerdy form. But a man’s strength at seventeen.His fingers popped out of his mouth. “You’re sweeter than Svetlana.”“Is that your girlfriend?” I asked.“For now,” he grinned. “She’s fun. But you, baby sis ... You look so much funner.”I grinned at him, thrusting my tits out. “You have no idea. But Daddy gets to enjoy me tonight. It’s his house.” I slid past my brother, rubbing my youthful tits on his muscular chest. “You’ll.