I smiled and winked."Then we got places to go, people to see, and changes to be made," shepronounced.She handed me a leopard-print leather clutch to a...cessorize my outfit.Then, we were down the stairs and out the door. The top and skirt weretight. They creaked provocatively with each step. I felt beautiful,sexy, alive and looked forward to the adventure ahead.Sable drove our 500SL. She was more experienced with the head rush weboth felt and how to manage it. She found a parking place on the. ”“Hannah, I haven’t explained all the rules yet.”“It won’t make any difference but go ahead and explain.”“The quicker you consent, the sooner we gangbang you and let you go. However, if you consent, it will be a gangbang. If you don’t consent, it will be a gang-rape. Either way, we want you to enjoy it so before we rape you we will strip you naked and kiss and caress you all over for as long as it takes for you to be moaning in pleasure with a pussy that’s dripping wet.”“That won’t happen if. ”“Please do,” she said. “I’ll also come back and check out the sink too. I just need to put on some real clothes.”“No rush, always good to see you,” I said, “though it might be good to wear a little more next time, no offense.” “None taken,” she said, glancing at the cleavage where her nightie had helplessly slipped down. “I know the girls can be a little distracting,” she said, tugging on the straps, a useless attempt to cover up, making her breast meat jiggle under the nightie, as I stood. I felt particularly pleased as I fondled Mom’s buns and stuffed her soaking wet twat on each stroke before accepting Tiffany’s offer of Karen’s cunt. I thrust deeper into the ginger’s snatch for several more strokes before pulling out of her and going back inside Tiffany. I kept up this rotation, between Tiffany, Mom, and Karen, a few strokes each, my hands caressing their bottoms as I ravished them. Somehow, the thrill of swapping back and forth between three women, one of them my own mother,.