He was then en home, not to the grand house which was now Gloria's, but to the dingy terrace he had rented at an extortionate rate to her. He was made...to take a mattress from one of the mean bedrooms, down to the dank basement where he was summarily thrashed by Gloria and Angela; their arousal as their cunts slithered in the clinging rubber outfits especially sweet in their moment of absolute victory. Whipped and whinging, his now useless cock vainly attempting an erection, the defeated cur was. Like most runners, she has lean, smooth legs that ended in a firm, tight ass. She was wearing a running skirt instead of shorts. Her dirty blond hair was tied up in a knot on the top of her head. She had a cute smile and a commander’s voice and we all snapped to when she talked. Unlike most runners though, she was not completely free of any fatty tissue. Her chest sat nicely on her frame, secured by a sports bra and covered in a performance t-shirt. I had to resist sneaking glances at her as I. I was giving him the blowjob of a lifetime, the kind I always wanted toreceive - licking, sucking, and loving every inch of that hard organ,never wanting it to end but at the same time trying to get him off. Ihad never tasted anything as wonderful before in my life.Suddenly, he got bigger and warmer. Brad let out a big groan, and Iknew he was about to cum. I would have given anything to feel him shootin my mouth and to swallow his wonderful semen, but my head won thebattle with my heart and I. Her breathing grew quicker then suddenly she squealed, just like she had squealed to me and I knew she was cumming. I wanted her so much at that moment. I wanted it to be me making her cum. She was beautiful and I loved her.Not waiting to regain her composure, she asked me to take the bedside chair so that she and Mr S could have the bed.“Now you must sit and watch. There is a lot to learn of love through simple observation”.He lay on the bed, smooth, brown cock pointing at her and she knelt.