Squeezing the shaft toward the head, he dripped a large gob of precome into my waiting mouth, and I savored the taste of it.Quietly, almost menacingly... Tony drew out the word, "Cocksucker," as he slapped his sticky cockhead against my lips, stabbing it into my mouth and letting me lick it clean. Then he held the shaft up to give me access to his shaved balls, and I licked the large, smooth globes, taking them into my mouth one at a time before licking up and under as far as I could get. This. I could feel his cum running into me, dampening the raw flames inside, coating my sensitive skin of my insides. He pulled out with a comical plop, and I could feel the air entering my gaping anus, muscles opening and contracting with the loss. I almost felt like I was passing out, so I rolled onto my back. I felt the cum start to rain down on me from the men wanking over me. They sprayed the cum all over my face, tits, and stomach.Once they were all done, my main tormentor got down and sat. "Well, I'm not the only one."He stepped fully into the room, slid around the door."Hmmm," he acted concerned. "No clothes at all?"She stood there, naked as a jaybird. Fifteen or sixteen, he guessed. Solid B-cup tits with puffy pink nipples. She sported a bikini wax, and didn't do the arm across the breasts/hand to the crotch cover-up. He pushed the door shut behind him. She shook her head."Not that I can find. Just some bikinis and club-wear that isn't ours."He glanced around, as if curious.. I felt proud that I, in some small way, was responsible for preserving their family legacies. True to his father’s word, JP Morgan was a risk taker but also a savvy business man. I watched my wealth more than triple in value; and although I was not from old money I gained a certain amount of social acceptance from the New York elite. At parties I was introduced to many of the most eligible bachelors of the day. One of the most fascinating men that I met wasn’t eligible at all. J.D. Rockefeller.