"He grinned. "For what I like, you need to stand up, turn around, and lean over Ms. Dunlavy's desk."I blinked at him. Did he want to spank me or somet...ing? I remembered that this was supposed to be for MY relief, so I went ahead and did it, ready to object if he did anything that wasn't clearly on the road to Mt. Climax.I heard more than saw him kneel down next to me. He parted my buns and blew softly on my pussy and asshole. I felt him slide a finger into my cunny, and as wet as I was it. Now when we were younger, Sam only at a ripe young age of four years old, we found out later that both his parents were molesting and sexually exploiting him for their own needs as they saw fit. His father sometimes forcing him to take showers alone with his dad, all the while, being sexually tortured and used as his father's personal fuck toy. There were times where his father would penetrate so hard and deep within Sam's anal region, that Sam would have to stand for hours slightly bent over. I couldn't really see her body, but she was wearing a sundress, and what I could see didn't look bad at all. I could also see a wedding ring on the hand she was using to hold the bottom of the steering wheel to steady herself, so I figured they were married. I couldn't really see much more even standing at the window, and since this little show was actually costing me money, I decided to make the most of it. I motioned to him to roll down his window. As it whirred down it reveled the woman more. I fiddled with the lock and opened the door to see Donna standing there, wearing only a black thong and a smile, holding a Margarita in her hand. ‘Join us for a nightcap?’ The dark haired singer asked with a big flash of her pearly white teeth. Debbie giggled, pulling her shirt off over her head and tugging her skirt down over her tight ass. ‘Sure, why not?’ I followed the girls into the next room and found Dave sitting on the bed flipping the remote control for the TV through the channels.