I opened it gingerly and was greeted by the three of them standing smugly, carrying a bottle of champagne and a laptop PC."Come in gents" I beckoned t... them...They entered and once in they stood back to look at me and I was showered with compliments again...I had decide to go for a french maids outfit, seamed black stockings and suspender belt, high heels and decided on no knickers and no bra. My nipples were standing to attention from the anticipation and my pussy juice was already leaking out. Her nose was now about two or three inches from my cock.“Shall I lick it Niruup?” she asked in a husky voice. I said its all yours.Her tongue poked out from her mouth and she slowly lapped my cock-head, around the ‘eye.’ Clear pre-cum set on her lips. She pulled the tongue briefly back into her mouth and put its tip under her top lip and against the roof of her mouth. Maryam had licked me tentatively, like someone taking an unsure first taste of a new flavor of ice-cream. She looked up at me. I wanted to look at him while sucking him but he roughly handled my head, forcing back down on his cock. He groaned plunging deeper into me. He pulled out of my mouth, his pre-cum and my saliva all over him. I realized I still had my mouth open begging for more slightly drooling at the sight of the stream of fluid from my mouth to his throbbing cock. He had stopped to look at the chair on the other side of the desk. My phone started to ring. He had left my coat on the chair when he ripped my. Hetty stayed with Shame until dawn and he fucked her twice more. He showed her several new ways to fuck outside the missionary position. She mounted him and rode him, cumming several more times. She loved being able to control the penetration, but missed the secure feeling she got when she was crushed beneath him. She got on all fours in the hay as he fucked her like a bull fucks a cow in the field. This position made her feel used and helpless, completely at Shame's mercy. She loved fucking.