”Tiffany did like a good hard night. And I hadn’t fucked her more than once in a night since I started to train Morgan. I hadn’t taken Margaret ...ut for a public jack off in a while either. “I can maintain my own toys, Charlotte. Thanks.”“As soon as you have trouble, you can always come home.”I like my boys in dresses; mother like them in leather. Both of us in the same house was a recipe for disaster. “I can handle it.”“Fine. Give me an hour. I’ll call you back.” She hung up.I had fucked. I started to suck yet another cock as it was presented to me; he grabbed my face and fucked my mouth, telling me I had to take it like a slut. The men spit roasting me lead me to a huge orgasm, I screamed even with the cock in my mouth and the sensation on the guy’s cock made him spurt into my mouth, filling me with salty cum, which I let dribble from my mouth back over his still semi-hard cock.The man fucking me slid his cock out of my pussy and spunked over my ass hole, and then slid a finger. “You both like coffee, right?” I nodded. So did Clarissa. He turned to Lily again. “And some biscuits? Bring them through into the study.”“Sure.” Lily went off to the kitchen and Pete led us to his study, where a large mahogany desk was covered with files. He took a seat and gestured for Clarissa to do the same. There were only two chairs in the room, so I stood beside her.“There’s a spare chair in the kitchen,” he said to me.“I’m fine.”“You sure? It’s no trouble.”“Can we just get straight to. She said, “She has never commented on my clit, but I think she admires it. She doesn’t have much in the way of a clit. Envy might be a better term.””Is she cute?””You would think so. Would you like me to set you up?””Would you mind?””No. That would be a safe fling for you.””Do you think she’d be as good as you?””I can’t answer that. I think we’d be different. Besides, I’m not offering you a choice. I’m offering you her.””Don’t want no banjo players, huh?””No…Do you?””Making them is fun.””Are.