Jack Dorsey had to run to the restroom, while Richard Branson oddly smiled. Vince McMahon pissed his pants, much to my amusement, given that it was in...the presence of his daughter, Stephanie. Rahm Emmanuel tried to calm his nerves with a cigarette as he worked. Jay Rockefeller looked ashen in my presence, as did Tim Cook. Abigail Disney just poured a couple of wine glasses for Nick Hanauer and herself, neither of them being on good terms lately with the rest of the crew. They calmly sipped. ‘Load number two cumming up your ass you fucking fag slut boy.’ As I felt his cock pulse and feed my boy pussy the second much needed load of the night. He pulled out and cum was dripping at this point. Daddy bear made me beg for his cock up my ass so I begged for it in front of the other two guys that were sticking around to enjoy my ass getting plowed. There’s something about begging for a daddies cock up your ass in front of two other guys. ‘Nice and lubed for me. This little slut is going. “Now ladies get all your clothes off and let’s fuck” Maud struggled for, unused to an invitation that had now been offered but as she bent over and remove her rather old fashion panties Rick was faced with the most attractive backside he had come across in ages, it was large, totally smooth and the hair from her groin was inching along the inside of her thighs, it was too good to ignore; he gave his cock a quick coating of the liquid soap that was sitting on the sideboard, stepped up behind her. I thought it odd that she was wearing a latex glove. I glared at her, and then my eyes traveled to Joan, then Jennifer, and finally Heather. I think it was Joan who dropped to a knee and slipped the pillowcase over my head. It happened so fast I'm not sure. And then I felt the rope around my neck. I moved my head this way and that, anything to prevent being strangled, but I was helpless while the others held me. And then my eyes opened wide in the darkness as the rope tightened around my.