"You are a sexy whore, you know that Bitch?" I asked in a low and sexy voice."Yes Mistress Cheyenne." he said blushing a bit with a sexy smile.Slowly ... worked my hand down the front of his dress, pressing firmly until I felt what I had been yearning for. That juicy cock of his. Oh how the bulge felt while it was getting harder under my hand, several layers of fabric separating the flesh. Slowly I rubbed on his cock pressing harder and harder until I heard gentle moans coming from him. Unable to. He knew that if Linda found out that he loved having men fuck him and that he loved sucking other men's cocks she would be devastated and his life would be over. If she ever found out, her parents would find out; since he worked for her father, he would loose his job, and of course his parents would find out.Madam Rose waited and finely yelled out, "DECIDE NOW YOU CUNT! EITHER GET YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE OR GO WITH PHIL, I'M TIRED OF FUCKING WITH YOU!"Hank walked in and Madam Rose said, "It's. "There! That's better. Got one for the other queer-bait, too!" Only then did Peter realize that he wasn't the only victim -- that the thrashing noises and grunts across the room represented another attack.But he didn't have much time to think about it; the wet bar of soap, now trimmed down and rounded, was again being forced against his protesting anus -- this time, successfully! Peter grunted and thrashed, but the soap was wet and slick and it got past his sphincter. Peter forced it out, and. I moved my hand deeper, towards her inner thighs, pressing them gently. Abhishek was busy deciding his move, while I was making my move on his sexy, horny wife.I kept rubbing her thighs while we played. I played very slowly so that Abhishek would drink more. We did not finish even one game in 30minutes and Abhishek had two drinks in that time. He is hardly conscious. Nikita asked if he wants to go to bed. He moved his head and we thought it was a nod.We hardly cared. I helped her move him into.