As soon as he saw the big pink strapon he started panting, his spine tingling at the thought of having it inside him. She spread her legs and motioned...for him to move between them. “Get my toy nice and wet pet,” she instructed as he kneeled between her thighs. He started licking the toy with abandon, the heat of his Mistress’ skin spurring him on. After a few licks the toy glistened with his saliva, his mouth watering at the smell of his Mistress. “That’s enough pet,” she touched his face as a. "I gathered you didn't tell him I was there." No," I admitted. "Wasn't sure how to explain that part so I just left it out." "Oh yeah, I completely get it," Shane nodded. "Not everybody goes for that kind of scene." We had started playing pool and I was watching him lean over the table, admiring the way his ass and legs looked in his khaki short. Those legs. What exactly did he mean by "that kind of scene." I mean, I knew what we'd done....a tag team...a threesome....but it sounded. My dad was now not looking at the TV at all, but you could still hear the smut coming out of the speaker. He focussed on me, rubbed his cock through his jeans and said 'Fucking hell, I knew you were a dirty little slut. THat's it, be daddy's good little girl and rub your cunt for me'. He didn't need to tell me twice, I was going at myself like there was no tomorrow. His pace picked up on his cock through his trousers. I licked my lips at him and started saying the filthiest things that came. .. and Camille’s ... and Ryan’s, yeah, it was pretty damn intense! They had a real menage a trois that worked for them until, well, Ryan freaked out over Trevor not being his. A lot of that was just his public reputation and ethos, his ego and pride at stake there. A biracial love child was a bit difficult to explain away.Something told me that Coach Brown wouldn’t be quite so squeamish. It also helped that he wasn’t into guys, because while I found Trevor reasonably attractive, I didn’t feel.