Okay, this was getting odd now. My dad was hard and his cock was poking my butt and his hands were groping me everywhere."Okay, what bet?!" I shouted,...buzzed from my night out which made everything that much more confusing."Who is better?" Dylan said."Better at what?" Ohhh, you know," Dylan said with a sly smirk.It finally dawned on me what they were talking about. Dylan must have told Dad that he and I used to fuck too. My mind was spinning trying to figure out what to make of this situation.. When they got back my wife was really excited but when I asked her what she'd bought, Pat told me it was going to be a surprise for me at the party but said she thought I'd like it. Now as I've said, my wife isn't at all adventurous as far as sex goes and that also applies to her underwear so couldn't wait to see what Pat had talked her into buying. When it was time to leave for the part I was surprised to see that bot my wife and Pat were wearing what they'd had on all day, but Pat explained. ”Sandra balks at his non-answer and is about to berate her new master but holds her tongue. Instead, her stomach rumbles and her next question comes to mind. “I’m hungry, when do I get to eat….Sir?” She sighs in relief for catching her near slip.“I’m glad you asked. As you know, water and the opportunity to relieve yourself will be offered twice daily, but food is a much less immediate need. It must be earned. Would you like an opportunity to earn your first meal?”Sandra thinks it over. She shuddered and gasped, beaming in delight as I flooded her. She writhed her hips, pushing back into me as her pussy milked every drop of cum from my balls.“Oh, yes, Frank!” she purred. “Mmm, that's the best.”I opened my eyes, panting hard. The delivery man was gone, his brown van pulling away from the house. Alice licked her lips, pulling her pussy off my softening cock. She immediately licked my shaft, her tongue swirling up to the tip. I groaned, my tip so sensitive after cumming.Alice.