It was shortly thereafter that I begged Mrs Parslow to ride my face, though it was muffled and largely incoherent, owing to the abundance of labia I h...d crammed into my mouth. She’d big tits and big lips, that lady. Mr Parslow had tied her similarly, many times, she explained, grinding on my face whilst leaning forward and softly rubbing my clit with her finger, but it was nice to taste a different fruit occasionally. They’d been married forever, after all, and there was nothing wrong with. I read the note over and over again. The ride from the airport to the hotel was a blur. “Sir. We’ve arrived.” The car door swung open, and the cool, spring air of Seattle hit me square on, along with the inevitable mist, held off by the driver’s large umbrella. I awkwardly unfastened my seatbelt and stepped out into the weather. I noticed, if only in passing, that a bellhop was already whisking away what appeared to be everything that I had brought with me. Only the envelope. .making me moan into Damon's mouth. I reached up and put my arms around Damon's neck and said "MMMMmmmm....thank you". As I did this, I felt the strangers hands pull my panties down and I stepped out of them...kicking them off the side a bit.Then, as I felt a cock grind in between my asscheeks from behind, the stranger said, "What a hot little sissy slut you have here Damon....thank you for sharing her with me." The words 'sissy' and 'her' combined with feeling a hard hot cock sliding between. Now Chris was lowering his head, his red tongue flicking over his daughter's pertly modelled tit, laving its saucy nipple. Then Robbie joined his father-in-law, his face only inches away from the older man's as he licked Bettina's other breast. The girl began to squirm a bit, her trim hips shifting daintily from side to side upon the sofa cushions, the supple, babyish mounds of her ass lifting and falling as she pushed her downy snatch against her daddy's palm."They look so damned wonderful.