Again, a banging on the door. I noticed my beard was stiff with cum, and my lips were caked in white goo, as was my chest hair and stomach, all caked ...n cum.I got to the door, looked out and saw it was William my master. I opened the door, nude, an absolute mess and said hi. He pushed passed me, came in and said we had to go.He grabbed my cock and pulled me down the hallway, out the door and to his car parked on the street. It was broad daylight and tons of peaople saw me. He pushed me into the. Jessica let out another cute little moan as he began playing with her clit, using his thumb, his middle finger still inside her. "Chris, we should really get back to writing." Jessica said in an obliged tone, the pleasure she was feeling audible."You don't want to get off first?" Chris asked deviously, pressing harder on her clit."Oh god! Yeah! Okay." She moaned, and surrendered her body to her brother, to do with it as he pleases. She was already far along, and just relaxed as her brother had. "I don't know why I said it, but I asked, "But not about Markus?"He looked at me seriously. "What? My eight inches isn't enough for you? You need some big black cock?"I stammered, both excited by the idea but afraid to admit it to my husband, who I had apparently offended, "Um-no-I....."His serious look broke into a big smile. "I am just messing with you Pam."I hit him playfully."But seriously, if the opportunity comes up for you to fuck Markus, you have my permission as well." I do?" I said,. We all didn’t realize our ninety minutes were up until Paul got a call. He apologized, saying he had to take the call. As he walked out of earshot, I offered to help Chris clean up, picking up the baskets and collecting our clubs. Chris went off to the shed to what I could assume was to call in the tractor hooked up to the ball collector. I walked up to the shed and saw him hanging up the receiver on the phone and then leaning over to pick up some papers that had fallen to the floor. Now was my.