Someone in that room was getting fucked. Then I heard a guttural sound that was my son, Josh Jr. No doubt he had just had an orgasm. The door was slig...tly ajar and I pushed it little further open and peered in.What I saw was breathtaking. Josh was withdrawing his huge cock from his girlfriend Kelly. My late husband, Josh Sr., had a huge cock and his son was similarly endowed. I was mesmerized by a cock that seemed so familiar, but yet so distant. My husband had been killed in Afghanistan six. “Slave,” I said, looking at Vera, “are you willing to do my bidding?”“Yes, mistress.”“Then take this cane and deliver another four strokes, and do not spare the rod.”“Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress.”Without any hesitation she brought the cane down on Alex’s buttocks. I was tempted to see how far I could go with her, but now was perhaps not the best time. I ordered her to kneel in front of Alex and hold up the glass bowl half-filled with piss. I gave Alex permission to jerk off into it, and. Fay gulped down the water and took another glass. Now that she’d gathered her senses from her filthy orgasm, a guilty but rational mood had taken her. She’d dripped pee all over Nadia’s bed, but that was fine — there was no serious damage and it would hopefully earn her a harsh punishment and some debased humiliation at Nadia’s delectable hands when she got back from wherever she’d gone. More serious was the still warm, soft mass of shit that was in her panties. Serious in that she was. I discovered that when I was on my back with mylegs raised up against a wall with my hands behind my thighs. I couldpull my crotch toward my face. And with a pillow under my head it wasfairly easy to pull my cock into my wide open mouth.I realized pretty quickly that sucking your own cock was all about suckingcock. Not getting a blowjob. No not at all. It was pure cock sucking thatwas on my mind. The taste of my cock. The smell of my cock.The way my cock got harder and thicker as I sucked it..