Billy left the bathroom quietly and made his way down the hallway towards his bedroom, he didn't get very far. He was stopped by noises coming from hi... sister's room, what he heard was a distinct human sound that could only be one thing. Shit, was his cunt sister that stupid that she brought one of her many fucks home with her, was she actually fucking some punk dude in their house. Oh man, was she ever a lame cock-sucking bitch. His anger was boiling hot, the sluggish effect of the beer was. He was washing his hands and glancing at his watch. I knew the belt had only been the beginning of his punishment, but I was thrilled at the prospect of feeling his cum in my throat. "Is that towel for me?" Mistress Sylvia stood beside me with a grin on her face. She had a beautiful flush to her cheeks that spread down her neck. I felt pleased I helped her to cum. "Yes, Mistress," I stammered and presented it to her. She took it and began toweling herself. "Mistress?" I gazed into her deep dark. I gave a slight moan. He moved his face toward mine and kissed me, his tongue pushing at my lips. I returned the kiss, but didn’t open my mouth. The elevator stopped and the door opened on the third floor. I pulled away, stepped out and walked to my cubicle at the end of the hall, both guys right behind me. I moved my chair to the window. I turned to face the men, reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I slid it off and flung it toward the two men. I reached for the younger guys belt,. He pounded her pussy until his cum filled up her hole and it ran down her leg. Then came the next man and then another. God, I wanted to be in that lineup. Tara was seated on a nearby chair, rubbing her raised clit as she watched Jane’s show. She got off the chair and lifted herself onto the bed. She straddled Jane’s face with her smooth yearning pussy. Jane sucked on Tara’s inviting swollen lips and explored her juicy cunt while whatever man was inside Jane for the moment was fucking.