Pretty soon I couldn't take it anymore, and began humping, leading to release. And the dream cycled over and over ... until.I slowly began to realize ...hat it wasn't a dream. In each of my hands was a heavy boob, and my dick was slipping rapidly in and out of Brittany. I couldn't see her in the complete blackness of the night, but it was obviously her. We were in a spooning position, and everytime I came, I would stop humping her, and her pussy would involuntarily milk me until I couldn't help. The more she looked the more aroused she got. Her concentration was interrupted by the feeling of a hand on her breast. Pat directed her attention to the scene before them, “Look, honey, see how he is using his tongue on the cockhead? Doesn’t that make your breasts throb and your nipples grow hard,” and she pinched one of Marsha’s nipples with one hand while tweaking one of her own nipples with her other hand. Marsha was breathing even more heavily now and she was getting even more stimulated. I would die in this little room. Years past. One day they both came in and brought a cake. They lit the candles, and told me today I was 18 years old. --Tonight we are going to have a party. You will be the center of attention. If there are any problems, everything will be taken from you and you will feel the wrath of our anger. Do you understand?—“Yes sir.” We never talked about anything. This was the most either one had spoken to me in months.That night they came in and brought me special. Maybe this wouldn’t be too horrible, I told myself. I had always had a fantasy of being watched, scrutinized. This just wasn’t what I had ever had in mind. I concentrated on one square at a time. When I did that, the job was somewhat manageable and it became even better when I looked back at Daddy one time and saw that he was stroking his thick, dark, gorgeous cock. I locked eyes with Daddy and felt my mouth start to water. Early on Daddy had given me the job of eating his precum and keeping.