Someone must have called them and told them that some old whore was here fucking everybody today, because when they all walked inside, I saw a couple ...f the guys that I had fucked talking to them and they pointed at me. The biggest biker there then walked over to me and asked if I would like to join his group out on the back deck for a couple of beers. I agreed and went out side and sat with them. I knew they had been told about me and how horny I was and it wasn't long before we started. Brendan’s driver walked up to her. “I’ll take these.” She said as she picked up the suitcases, and walked with them to the limousine.Donna slowly walked up to the house. “Should I go through with this, or call it quits?” She thought “Everything that has been happening lately is so strange, so weird. I am not a lesbian.”“I would go in and greet Ms. Brendan” the other lady warned as she carried another set of suitcases out of the house to the car. This got Donna going. “Do not upset Ms. Brendan”. A good thing she had shaved her pussy not long ago or it would have hurt removing the tape. In the meantime she was getting orgasm after orgasm and her legs felt like jelly. She had been instructed to keep her legs straight and the welts that her bum must be wearing now were a tester of what would happen if she didn't. No stuffy muzzle came to sniff her asshole but an unexpected cool jelly applied there made her tighten her sphincters. It was pointless. The finger that had applied the goo was. Jack made his way through the front doors, to find the blonde beauty sitting on a Queen Anne couch. Her face lit up ... and Jack was SURE her eyes made a trip toward his crotch ... as she stood up and said "Well, I guess it's off to my suite." Jack was flabbergasted. Did she really just take a peek at his groin? Had she gotten a real good look at it back at JFK ... when it was on the verge of exploding through his zipper? He hadn't been shy about staring at her staggeringly massive tits. Maybe.