“You aren’t arguing with me, are you Kymburli?” he asked, and a slight shiver ran through me. My voice came out in a croak. “No, Sir.” “Th...t’s good, because my slave can tell you that arguing against me is a very bad idea.” I stood there, mute, holding the strap in my hand. “Well, strip,” he said and for some crazy reason, I did! Lying across his lap in only bra and panties sent thrills through my body. He played with the hem of my panties and ran his hand along the seat of them. He cupped my. He pushed them down to his knees. I watched as he stroked his dick hard. I looked down at Iris; she had not moved backwards or made any attempt to get away. She stared at the wall, as if accepting what was happening. I pushed my sweatpants and underwear down to my knees. My dick was most of the way there so I did not have to stroke much to be ready for the next step. I looked at my cousin for guidance on what that next step would be. He was staring at Iris. He let his dick go and tried to rub. One last sip and she had finished her tea. As she got up, Deen said,"One more thing mom..."Sitting back down, she asked "What is it, Deen?" Since you will not be wearing any clothes, doesn't it make sense that Tanya aunty also does not wear any clothes?" he asked mischievously.With a smile, she replied "Yes baby it does make sense. But you will have to ask Tanya aunty that question, not me. Not that you will have any trouble convincing her to be naked, would you?"Shaking his head, he got up and. When I could hardly stand the tension building inside my cock any longer, we switched things up. For a while, we collapsed into bed and enjoyed mutual oral pleasure. It was fantastic, with everyone taking turns and lending a helping hand or mouth. We just sort of flowed together then. Hands and mouths moved effortlessly without any boundaries. I honestly don't know how long it lasted. I guess I was lost in the moment. Gently, John manoeuvred Paula and I into a '69' position. When his cock.