First he moves them together in rhythm, then he moves the handles one at a time. Suddenly it’s too much. My cries turn into moans; oh my god ...his feels hot. As the guys move closer to the action I could see their hard cocks straining against the fabric of their pants. It was exactly the response Master Pete wanted; guys with hard cocks ready to feast on a beautiful slave. He started pushing the handles in and out harder, faster as his Bitch cries out in pleasure. Finally. “No worries, Danielle…” J.J. replies reassuringly. Aaron has by now moved off slightly to the side, the better to observe the scene, and he can’t help but notice that Danielle still hasn’t acknowledged his presence with even so much as a glance or a nod; she’s focused completely on J.J. with laser like intensity. “So, whatchya doin’ Friday night? You wanna go see that new movie?” the MILF now asks, slipping a bare foot in and out of one of her high heeled pumps. Witnessing the scene unfold,. She took all he had, gave one big swallow, smiled at him, and turned to me.She still held on to Hank as she put her lips around Max. If you have read any of my stories you will know that I call my cock Max when he is hard and Ole Henry when is not. Ok maybe I am a little weird but so what? I was afraid I would lose my load before I got past her lips. I did get past them and went deep into her throat. I was surprised to find that there was really not much sensation at this depth. The feeling was. A second chance.However, unless my circumstances changed, I would simply make all thesame mistakes again. I would live again, but this time, things wouldbe different."Bwah! Bwah! Bwah! Bwah!" I nearly jumped, I was half-lost in thought,and I twisted round to see where the noise was coming from. There wasa digital alarm clock beside my bed, half concealed in magazines, bitsof paper, and other debris. I picked it up and turned it off. I staredat it for a moment- I recognised it: my dad had bought.