Everything was necessary and necessarily Spartan. The seating area was complete with four folding metal chairs and a photograph of the building I was ...itting in.That was it.It didn't matter much, because the receptionist was back in a flash and led me down a long hall, to a large, but utilitarian office, where the man himself waited behind a metal desk, rifling through the mail. I would have thought a billionaire wouldn't read the incoming advertisements, but Tom DeBusque apparently kept his. We talked about our "first timers", our good experiences, and the bad ones. Then the topics of sexual fetishes came up. I started talking about some of my fetishes (watching women masturbating, oral sex, wanting to have a 3 way, and sex in public). Cathy casually rolled her eyes, as if my fetishes were every guy’s thing (which for the most part is true). I then told her about the time I had sex with a guy. She jerked her head back, and her eyes bulged out of her head. I thought she was creped. Soon it swelled to the size of a baseball, locking his cock into her tight ass. Abby could feel Buster's knot pull against her asshole on every thrust, forcing her to make a loud, pained grunt each time. Eventually, Buster re-positioned himself and Abby felt his balls begin to slap her clit on every thrust as well. The sudden arousal from her clit made it nearly impossible to relax her ass for Buster's long cock, which made the ass fucking all the worse. Buster raped Abby's tight butt while she. Mom walked into the kitchen area and observed the two women hugging me. She looked at me and cocked an eyebrow, but didn't say anything as she poured herself a mug of coffee.Millie and Rosita both sat up straight on my lap, facing Mom. Millie said, "Mike has taken Rosita to be his wife with me. Isn't that wonderful?"I thought Mom was going to spit coffee across the room, but she was able to get her hand in front of her mouth in time. She looked at me with an arched eyebrow again."So, um, Mike..