I walk to the bathroom the clean up the cum that is now running down my inner thighs. When I come out I see a line from the pool table to the bar and ...eff, Bill and Brian are at the beginning of it. I hear Terry say they all would like a chance at you or we can just go it’s up to you. I say no I worked them up and it’s only right for me to help them out but there was not this many guys here when I went to the restroom. Terry tells me no I had this set up and just did not tell you knowing you. After finishing off I went downstairs."Our slave here doesn't need breakfast, she's already full, but here havesome water." I was glad to wash down the taste of sperm with some water,despite the weird taste. "You've got a lot of chores to do today Jane butfirst here, this will help." Jack came up behind me and pushed me overthe kitchen counter. There he pulled aside my thong and inserted a largebutt plug. "There, that should keep you filled while you aren't gettingused by real cocks." The guys. Brian and Jonathan become more and more blatant in their advances towards each other. Their touches and kissing turning increasingly erotic and, eventually, they leave their seats to head for the bedroom. There is no question about what is going to happen once they are in private. “Can I watch?” My words slip out before I’ve consciously formed the sentence. God, I’m such a klutz today, putting my foot in it over and over. I could just die from embarrassment right now. It’s Brian who takes a. I groaned as my whole 8 inches slid effortlessly into my mother’s tight pussy hole. She let out a slight whimper in her sleep, I held my mother’s slim waist and pushed my throbbing prick deeper into her womb. ‘Ooohhh’ I groaned as my mother’s cunt muscle gripped my cock like a vice. A vision of the Bollywood goddess Urmilla flooded into my mind. Yes, I cried to myself,I was making love to Urmilla, for my mother was the ultimate incarnation of her – from her pretty face, her big round bosoms,.