My name is Joe I am 35 sitting next to me is my nephew Rick and he is 19. I can see my nephew's cock is about to burst threw the sweat pants he has on... He must be free balling because the head of his dick is about to touch the bottom of the dinner table. I can't ask him or bring attention to his fucking enormous erection because the ladies sitting across from us do not have a clue of what's about to happen. Ricks cock tells you he knows dam well what's going to go on here tonight.Before all. The next evening I had invited the Bennett's to supper. They had a small estate and four daughters to marry off. I think Mrs. Bennett was already worried that she might not find suitable mates for all of her daughters, especially plain Jane. It made for episodes bordering on panic. I always pretended to not notice but her husband and the older daughters certainly noticed. More than once I had seen the older girls blushing over some comment.That evening, the Bennett's came with their daughters,. Tell me what to do. We can get out of this somehow, we just have to find the way.” There was silence. “While she has our wills, there’s nothing we can do. We can’t defy her wishes, even if we think there’s a loophole in her words. It’s a slave-master contract, not a boat loan.” Sara’s eyes fell to the floor again. Seraph barked a laugh though rising anger. “A boat loan . . . So we just hope she’s good to her word? Hope she cuts us loose after she’s done whatever it is she kept us here to do?”. It felt great on his tentacle cock. A few rubs was enough. The throbbing tentacle let out a burst of cum. It was like a tap being turned on. It sprayed everywhere on her front from her moist crotch all the way up her shirt to her face. A stream of white warm cum. She tried to turn away to avoid the spray. It splattered her cheek. The tentacles under her shorts had had enough teasing time. The two that slithered up each leg spread apart widely tearing the shorts in half up the double white.