We’ll get lots of close up shots of them fucking you. . . . So, any questions?”“Where will you film it?”“About ten miles from here is an old... abandoned slaughterhouse. We have it set up as a movie set and all our equipment is there ready to go. So, if there are no more questions, put on these robes and we’re off.”Fred opened the door and gave a wave, signaling his sons to drive up with the van. Then they all piled into the van for the 20-minute drive to the slaughterhouse. Once inside, Fred. Shecame all over my cock and dripped down my balls into the toilet.She got off and I laid her on her back on top of the toilet. Istarted to lick her pussy using two fingers than three. I slapped mybig cock on her entrance and it easily slipped in again. She criedout again with another orgasm as I reached up and g****d the handlesto fuck her harder. For the next 20 minutes I slammed her pussyharder and harder as she screamed. I finally could not takeanymore. My knees were shaking. I dismounted. He touched my thigh. Because I didn’t do anything he slipped his hand up to my exposed lubricated prick which I had left alone and curled round my hard shaft. He soon increased his pace. I did not similarly respond and he appeared not to mind that. I knew I was getting close with the lubricant doing its job and quietly lifted his hand away, murmuring to him that I didn’t want to come just yet but thanking him for his attention. He nodded warmly not at all put out.I did up my zipper and got up. Wednesday night now belonged to Sally. She got that first Wednesday by simple virtue of complaining that it was her turn. While she deferred to Mavis, she wanted a chance to explore this new thing in the comfort of her bedroom, and she wanted to be next. Wednesday night, when they were putting the children to bed, Sally sidled up to Bobby and whispered in his ear."When you're ready for bed, come to my room." She blushed at, what to her, was her brazen invitation. What followed could safely be.