But he also knew that, in his role as a slave, an achingly hard prick was an asset. So he concentrated on licking her clit until she came, writhing on...the couch, humping her pussy up against his face. When she collapsed limply he pulled his face away from her satisfied pussy and wiped it on the cloth around her legs.He stood up and turned around, his boner pointing at Mary. “Does mistress wish to dance?” he asked formally.Mary had watched her mother while Bob had eaten her pussy, and it almost. I think she gave everyone of them a boner. I remember smiling, thinking how much their wives and girlfriend would owe Sally later that evening. I never dreamed the night would end the way it did, with the two of us seeing the New Year in as part of an orgy. It all started with a single kiss. The New Year Kiss.Sally and I arrived at the Roadhouse a little before eleven. We had stopped for a late dinner at the local steak house first. New Years Eve at the Roadhouse had always been an intimate. Just give me time enough to fix the room up a bit.”
“All right, but soon. I may have to share a bed with a woman who canʼt satisfy me, but Iʼll be damned if I want to share it with a seven year old kid as well.”“Heʼs our son, Larry.”“No, heʼs your son. You put out in the back seat of a car when you were seventeen and paid the price. Then you got me to marry you and adopt the kid and you havenʼt put out since!”“But I was raped. The doctor says I was traumatized.”“Thatʼs a load of crap. You just. He walked over to the table, released her ankles, and flipped her over onto her stomach. She cried out when her breasts, still tender from the beating and clamps, hit the table. She was bent over at the waist and had trouble finding a comfortable place to rest her head. He fastened her ankles again and went to the table. She couldn’t see what he gathered then or when he put them down on the table next to her. She heard something but couldn’t tell what it was. He stepped around in to the side of.