I could taste cum. I could taste ass. I could taste his sweat. I could smell his pubes as he started going deeper into my mouth. "Ya that's how come G...d made you my bitch boi. No gag reflex. Too bad, I like it when my bitches struggle." Every word he said was a dagger to me. 'My bitches'? How many times had he done this? When was it going to stop?... This went on for what felt like hours, even though I'm sure it was much less. My jaw started to ache, my throat felt sore and scratchy from his. He told me about the videos and if he could spend an evening with us. I agreed as long as he bought me a worn and soiled pair of his wife Amy’s panties – he agreed and we arranged a day for him to come. Fiona and I were horny all day and after dinner Fiona went and changed into a very short skirt, stockings, quarter cup bra and low top. She also had lots of slutty make up on. She also told me she wasn’t wearing any panties. Phil arrived and we had a glass of wine and Fiona asked him what was. The lust showed like the look of a caged animal in his eyes. . . I was having an effect! His hand was under the covers and I was sure it was wrapped around his stiff cock. He rolled on the bed, facing away and I was left to turn out the lights and begin the night. As I lay awake, feigning sleep, I knew I had failed and I reviewed my plan to see where I’d gone wrong. My confidence began to wane and I was sorely troubled. When sleep finally came it was in short naps between crazy dreams and lust. “Mazrobar did that to thank you. You have provided profitable work for him and his two sons so he set the spear points for you. He also complimented your handiwork and sent a bow for you to use since you seem to be finding more predators,” Father explained.“This is the time of year to find tassimin, bekar clover, and honey vine,” Mother Sofala reminded me.I thanked her for the reminder, even though I already knew. I saw tassimin growing on the last trip but didn’t pick it so it could grow.