The sweet feeling of release is all that counts, baby.After taking a shower and feeding Miss Cat, I fixed myself some breakfast. I ground up some fres... Columbian beans and used my French press to make coffee. I diced up some potatoes and melted queso blanco and added cilantro and rolled it all up in a tortilla. I topped it with green chile. While I added heavy cream to my steaming cup of coffee, my phone meowed with a text message. Hmmm, my new neighbor. It’s only 8:50 am. She’s an early riser,. Perhaps partly due to the feel of my big cock in his hand, he came quickly, exploding into her mouth and I could hear her gagging as he held the back of her head. She gulped the lot and, legs clearly still wobbly, they both made a very swift exit.So, there was now just me and guy #2 left…. Me on my back and him sitting on his heels close to my head. He was late forties, chunky in a sexy way, clean-shaven and salt and pepper hair. Think Paul Hollywood without the beard and a bigger cock ( ;) ).. She finished with flashing kicks to his face, belly and crotch, and her victim was left a whimpering heap of twitching, quivering, agonized flesh. She turned again and walked away, this time unhindered.Nothing more was necessary. The thoroughly cowed warriors fell all over themselves in their eagerness to speed these demoninfested strangers on their way. The sun was only a few spans above the trees as the three venturers strode forth boldly. They headed south once more through the forest, armed. ?He was always a bit dense with girls. Brother dear, Emma is not your type.? ?What???She likes to be in charge. You’re too? normal?? She giggled and looked apologetically at Emma with a shrug.?I’m domme? Emma said. ?A dominatrix. I dominate men for kicks. That’s my thing, that’s what I get off on, that’s what my sexuality is. You can’t be my boyfriend because I don’t do boyfriends, I do slaves.??Uh???It is true you’d look cute in a collar. But I’m guessing that’s not your thing, so...