My lance had been blunted, and now required tempering and re-sharpening. Nevertheless, I fully intended renewing my orgiastic relationship with Paloma...and Lillian. Nothing mattered, and nothing existed when I was with those two harlots, other than the female writhing in pleasure above, and/ or below, me. I immersed myself in their avid flesh, pouring my essence into their every portal, with no thoughts of Caroline, the deaths of my family, my missing sister, Eloise de la Zouche, the army, or my. "Yeah whore! Take this! Suck it down cunt, suck it down! Eat my cum! Yeah move that tongue on my black cock and swallow my cum! Yeah! I'm gonna make you choke on cum and you're gonna take it! You wanna keep my cock in your neck, don't you? You want my cum don't you? FUCK!" My wife's handcuffed hands brought Harry's and mine next to Dick when she stretched for his ass and hung onto it. Harry reminded me of the cameras again, so I moved a little, but was still able to see my unbelievable wife. The party was being held at the home of the poor bastard that had married her. It was getting late at night, people were getting drunk, passing out, or slipping off for some "adult time." I was not entertained by the events going on at the party. I decided to go and explore the big house. After all, I was going to be a guest there for a week. I roamed from room to room, looking around, and admiring the different paintings on the walls and the different view from each window. I was at the end of. For a start, she knew my weaknesses and I knew she was exploiting them with her plug that always fired me up. Her pussy grinding on my nose and didn’t help either, nor did the combination of their hands on my flesh. I felt myself losing control. I pushed my nose into Sam as a warning but she seemed only to enjoy it the more. I grunted something that was meant to be ‘Please,’ but was ignored. A girl can only cope with so much. The pace of Judith’s thrusts increased gradually and Sam’s pussy.