“This changes things, doesn’t it?”I whimper.“I’m going to need to take care of this, so can I trust you to get that pot clean?”“Yes,” ... manage.It turns out I don’t have a choice, because the chef binds my hands behind my back, then lifts them. At once I am levered head-down under the water again, hoping the chef remembers to pull me up –Something hot and ferocious engulfs Big Clit, and the air rushes out of me as I scream underwater at the unexpected joy of it. The woman, on her knees, grips my. Her hands found a grip on his buttocks as his thrusts grew more violent. She dug her nails in, holding on to him as if her life depended on it. When she'd been called today she had hoped she would get her master's cum. She always wished for it deep in her cunt, but as his cock throbbed between her lips she knew where it would go today. His balls slapped against her chin, his long, thick cock buried in her. She let out a guttural moan around him. Vibrations racked his throbbing member. He arched. After almost a minute Petr groaned and before Mira could stop he’d shot cum all over her hand. She giggled again and wiped her hand on the bed. “was that fun little brother?” she teased.“yeah, now you’ve got to suck off Mike” Holy crap thank you Petr I though to myself my cock growing a hitherto unexplored inch. I sat on the bed below mine and Mira stood up, thrusting her chest out as she did. Sauntering over she knelt between my legs and gently wrapped her warm hand around the base of my. I grabbed another towel and started drying my hair.“Okay, Sandy. What’s on your little oversexed mind?”She sat down on a bench next to me, putting one leg up on the bench so that she could make a big production out of drying between her toes while in effect giving me a gynecological view of her closely shaven pussy.“You and Ron doing it yet,” she asked in a matter-of-fact voice.“Sandy! That is really none of your business,” I exclaimed with some indignity. “Well normally it wouldn’t be but with.