I could not help but think, it serves you right, Brad, if you get up now and want a shower.I gathered up my clothes from last night and went down the ...all to our room, put them in the laundry and put on fresh clothes for the day. Then brushed my teeth and hair and went downstairs.I was sitting at the kitchen table with my first cup of coffee when Brad came down and gave me my good morning hug and kiss and said, “Damn, there was not much hot water this morning” as he got out the milk and. At long last, there was the customary uneasy halt to the performance where the audience looked around at one another to judge whether an applause was required. And this would soon break forth when the cue was given by a couple of firm handclaps: usually initiated by Sir Kenneth who himself relied on a discrete nod from his decidedly cultured and foul-breathed cultural curator. And then like waves crashing on the beach or, more often, a strong wind against the window, applause would break out. Roue hungrily cleans me licking up the sweet nectar.With his tongue licking at my slit and continue to cum repeatedly. When I look down at his cock, it is hard, slimy, shiny, and I can visibly see it pulsating.When he was done cleaning me, Roue begins to whine, sit back on his haunches and lick his dick. I tremble and knew just what he needs.I lick my lips hungrily, my eyes wild with lust. I pat the bed and with a calm voice said, "Come here baby, momma going to suck your cock again."I reach. She then told me "I know Mom gets jealous, so this will be our little secret. I want you to suck on my toes while I masterbate. Thinking about that big nigger dick has gotten me horny as fucking hell!" Like I'm going to tell this gorgeous woman no. She gets up, grabs my dick, jerks it a little and tells me that she is going to take care of me also. She goes back to the bedroom and comes out with a 8" vibrator and a towel, then takes off her shorts and panties, puts her feet in my lap, tells me.