I’d had no doubt about his actual feelings. It hurt me that Tiffany had finally been forced to accept this reality, but from the look in her eyes, I...knew that the thought of his massive meat fucking her was her only concern or desire. She would do anything for his cock. He was a real man and she needed him like a junkie needs her d**g.Now that my wife and I had accepted our status with Lebron, he was ready to proceed. His instructions were clear and precise and followed immediately by the two. "Laura dropped her mouth to the exquisite balls of flesh. She was hungry for Yvette and sucked her nipples hard. Yvette yelped softly."Yiieee! Ouch!" Shhhh! Sorry!" God, my cunt is so wet that my panties are dripping," Yvette panted."Let me lick it." This fucking office has no couch. We should've used Bob's." Lie back on her desk, like before."They hurriedly cleared away Rhonda's papers, and Yvette lay back on top of the desk, while Laura pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties down to her. Now that had been a day to remember. Mom shuffled in her chair as I sat there blushing like an idiot. Yeah, six times. Six hand jobs in one day. For whatever reason, I had been supercharged that day and would have fucked a rubber duck just to get off. Besides an early morning quickie and a pre-dinner splash and dash, four more times Mom had to sort me out from early evening to nearly midnight."AGAIN?" she had spluttered in amazement as I wandered downstairs to find her sat in her favorite. They were worse even than those shitty places in the Australian outback, and without the certainty of a huge amount of dope and beer to lessen the discomfort. ‘We’re in luck!’ announced David when he emerged from the hotel foyer, this time with no stiffly suited porters in visible attendance. ‘They had several rooms free, actually, but I slipped the girl at the desk a few dirhams so we might just get a decent one.’ ‘I fucking hope so!’ Phillippa snorted. ‘I’m fucking knackered!’ If this was.