I wake up and listen to the voices reaching me from the living room. I only hear the voices of Sophie and her girlfriend. But this is not what bothers...me. After a while, I eventually realize that I did not hear the voices of Murielle and John for long. I get up, claiming to want to drink a glass of water. I ask the girls if they have seen my cousin and Murielle. Sophie tells me they are in her father’s bedroom. I acknowledge and ask nothing more, but in my stomach and in my head, a violent. I started to thrust in and out. Using Miranda’s mouth like a pussy. When I would push deep I could feel her throat clamp down around the head of my cock. I was looking from her breathtaking form to Ashlynn and back. I moaned.“Are you about to cum?” Ashlynn asked in a hushed voice. “When you do push your cock all the way in. Shoot it down her throat and straight into that tight little belly.” Ashlynn ran her hand across Miranda’s stomach.I thrust harder and deeper. Miranda was slurping her tit’s. I shrugged and nodded, and Ana produced a metal flask from between the stacks of mattresses. She handed it to me. I flipped it open and took a whiff, smelling the familiar fumes of burnt alcohol. Viski, Ana said, Whiskey. I nodded, raised the flask to her and took a gulp. The whiskey warmed up my stomach and nagged at the knot I had in my intestines. All in all, it felt rejuvenating! Ana took the flask, took a massive gulp herself and grinned at me seductively. Oh right, I thought to myself,. The clock was at eight thirty and I had planned to meet some friends at a pub, so I went to knock on the door and tell them I was leaving, when I stopped I stopped in my tracks, and heard her accuse me of fucking him behind her back.I was shocked and wavered on my feet. It was a lie, there was nothing between us and never had been in the six months or so I had been working there, yes I had been fantasising about sex, but what ovulating girl does not think about sex with her dominant boss,.