Another woman, dressed (more realistically) in bushattire came to a screeching halt three paces in front ofthem.In an accent Jodi and Melissa recogniz...d asAustralian the tanned athletic brunette with short-cropped hair under a khaki baseball cap roared at them.“What in the Hell are you two doing here. There’s a warparty of Bunwari not a half mile back raising ten kindsof shit. COME ON YOU’VE GOT TO GET OUT OFHERE!”“Bun-Who? My boyfriend’s over there!”. There were two bench seats facing each other, a big silver bowl with ice and champagne, several glasses, and a small bar. There was no window to the front, but a 2-way intercom let us talk to Marvin, even if there was no need, he knew where to go.The party was fun-ish. Food and drinks were everywhere, and mom's cousin Maxine was here. She was gorgous, like a real 10, like Sophie Loren, with a better figure. She had made some movies and was entertaining the guests with tales from the set, and. She gnawed her way up and down it aggressively before spitting on it again while her hand tightly squeezed him. As her tongue gently traced its way up and down the length of his member, Amy could feel the ridges of his hard understructure, as well as the veins that criss-crossed it. She took him in deeply again, this time until he bumped against the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly. Amy now found herself fully immersed in re-enacting her dream. She wanted to deep throat her man. I gave her a small list of rules that she needed to start following if she wanted to be around when her Mom and I were doing things. This list was that she was to keep herself totally shaved from her neck to the tip of her toes. If she even thought that we might meet on a day she was to wear a matching shelf bra and panty set. When she was seated the skirt was not to be sat on, so her bear cheeks were to be on the seat. She was to address me as Sir or Master (Depending on who is around). .